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You were the only reason I even approached her that day in the mall when we met.”
    I wracked my brain for memory of the meeting, but couldn’t recall it.  
    “You were so perfect.” He reached out and brushed his fingers through my hair. “So young. You were looking in at the kittens in the pet shop window and telling her all the pros of why you should have a kitten. You told her that you would clean up after it. You would care for it. You would give it everything it ever wanted. You would make it happy.” He brushed his hand against my lips. “It made me hard just thinking of everything you were promising to give.”
    “Taylor…”  
    “Don’t fucking call me that, Faye!” His chest heaved, his face reddened. “And I got you. It took months of dating, of pining, of fucking your mother and promising her the world. She married me and then I told her what I wanted. I think she knew all along. How could she not? How could she not see the longing in my eyes when I looked at you?”
    “I was a little girl.” I shook my head wanting to deny everything he was saying.  
    “It didn’t matter, Faye. Don’t you see that? I’m not some monster that preys on little children.” He gripped my chin forcing me to look up at him. “You were the first and only person I ever felt this way toward. It was an instant attraction. It wasn’t because you were a child. That had nothing to do with it.” His eyes were frantic bouncing around my face. “I felt a connection with you like I’d never felt with anyone else. I knew you were meant to be mine. And only mine.” He shook his head. “But enough of that. Do you remember the trip, Faye, to Cancún? Your mother didn’t want us to go, but she didn’t have a choice. You had been mine for years and you were practically a woman. Your body was lean. Your breasts fuller, bigger.” He let his hand drop to my chest, palming one of the globes. “You were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen when you laid on that beach in your little two piece. Do you remember how we made love on that sand? Do you remember how you rode my cock?”
    I stared up into Taylor’s eyes and remembered. I hadn’t thought about that trip in a long time. About those five days I laid on the beach with him. About the way I laughed at his jokes. About how he bought me anything I wanted. About the way he fucked me everywhere. In the limo, in our penthouse suite, on the beach, in the water. Everywhere. He was everywhere. Inside me. On me. He was a part of me.
    He’d taken me because he was afraid. He was scared that I was pulling away from him. It was around the time I realized what we had together wasn’t natural. It was wrong. But that trip to Cancun changed those thoughts. I was his and he was mine in those moments. We belonged together. He said those words to me over and over and by the end of that week I believed him.  
    “I remember,” I whispered.  
    “But then we came home and Rhett did too. And then everything changed.” Hate reflected back to me in his eyes.  
    “I was just a kid, Taylor. I didn’t know what I wanted.” I said the words defensively, but they were true none-the-less. The trip with Taylor had been exhilarating, but Rhett being at home and Taylor not touching me for the time brought new clarity to my life. It made me realize that I wanted so much more.
    “But you were mine. You’ve always been mine!” He gripped my arm and forced me onto the couch and loomed over me. “And then you left.” The words came out hollow, like they gutted him.  
    “I left because you hurt me. Both of you hurt me,” I said, referring to my mom.  
    “Do you know how long I looked for you?” He raked his hands at my top forcing it down until my tits burst free. He circled the hard tips with deft fingers and with all my might I tried to resist the way it made me feel. The tingling it sent to my core. “Did you know that I looked everywhere for you? Do you know how heartbroken I