Never Letting You Go (Being Yours Novella Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

he did, all he would do is rub it in my face with his huge ‘I told you so.’
    Alana pauses before she speaks again. “I understand, hon, but please call me regularly, though. Just because you are doing this moving on thing, I don’t want to lose my friend.”
    “Of course. I’ll talk to you later. My parents are standing in the doorway right now, waiting for me to come in.”
    “Okay, bye, hon. Oh, and Zach said if you need him to beat the shit out of Cameron, he’ll gladly do it.” She’s laughing before she hangs up. I shake my head, put my phone back in my purse, and get out of the car.
    “Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad,” I say, rushing toward them and hugging them both tightly as tears fall down my face.
    I’ve spent so much time avoiding them, knowing if they were around me long enough, they would sense something was wrong.
     
     
     
    Cameron
    I slam my phone down on my desk. She ignored my call again. I’ve left tons of voicemails and texts. I want to know what the hell changed so damn fast. Things were going great. I was hinting about wanting to have kids with her. Did that spook her? Maybe I pushed her too hard.
    A knock on my door interrupts my fit. “What?” I bark out.
    The door swings open, and in walks Alana, Ava’s friend. She glares at me, holding a newspaper in her hand, and throws it at me. Whoa, where’d this come from? This girl has always been the sweetest thing ever, and now she’s throwing me some serious anger.
    “Read that, you scumbag,” she says and storms right back out.
    I look at the newspaper and see it. Me with Becky a while back, her pregnant, my arm around her. Ah, shit. This must be what has Ava leaving me. I have to fix it, make it right. I need to explain to her what’s going on.
    How can Ava even think for a moment that this garbage is true? Have I not showered her with love? Have I ever given her a reason to think she wasn’t the only woman for me, always? This damn photo was taken out of context. Of course, it doesn’t help that, in that moment, my arm was stupidly holding up Becky just as she started feeling dizzy.
    And this damn article says she’s having my child. She sure as hell isn’t having my child. I haven’t touched her in years. If any woman ever bears my child, it will be Ava, my wife—the woman I love with all my heart.
    Only reason I met with her that night was because we were both summoned to her father’s home. Of course, that whole night ended up with lots of yelling and name-calling. Both Becky and her father tried to get me to start the ball rolling on a divorce between Ava and myself, and when I told them it wasn’t happening, well, it wasn’t pretty.
    I arrive at the Veldhuizen mansion a little late. Not my fault this meeting was called so last minute. I wanted to have supper with my wife.
    After ringing the doorbell, their maid, Franka, answers it, smiling sweetly at me. “Mr. James, they are in the drawing room,” she tells me.
    “Thanks,” I say, walking down the hall.
    I walk in and see Mr. Veldhuizen and Becky sitting on the couch. Both look pissed.
    “So what is it?”
    “You’re late,” he announces, standing up.
    “I told you on the phone, I’d be here after I had supper with my wife.”
    Becky’s face turns sour.
    “And that is why we must talk. Terms of the marriage are coming up, so we need to talk about the wedding.”
    I look at him, confused. “What are you talking about? What wedding?”
    “The one to Rebecca, of course,” he boasts, pouring himself a scotch.
    Snorting, I say, “There will be no marriage to Becky. I’m not leaving Ava.”
    He slams his glass down and turns to me. “You promised my daughter you’d be together the first chance you could. You got her knocked up, and you’re saying you won’t be with her?”
    “I didn’t knock her up. I haven’t been with her in almost four years.”
    “That matters not. You’ll be wed in the fall. I can help get the divorce fast-tracked.”
    As I look to