CHAPTER 82: NOTHING TO OFFER

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Nick’s POV

I didn’t know if I should laugh or be worried as I watched Georgia rush to the sink—gagging, coughing, gasping like she was drowning... in my cum.

Shit. I didn’t think it would be that much. I mean, I knew I was worked up, but damn. I’d never seen someone choke on me like that before.

Still... there was something deeply satisfying about seeing her like that—lips swollen, cheeks flushed, and my release dripping from her lips. If that felt that good in her mouth, I could only imagine how it would feel if I let go deep inside her.

She spat into the sink, splashed her face with cold water, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. I reached out to pat her back, but she swatted my hand away and spun around with fire in her eyes.

She’s angry again. A part of me wanted to pinch her cheeks as she frowned at me like an angry toddler.

"Are you trying to kill me?!" she snapped.

Fuck, she was sexy when she was mad.

I tried to keep a straight face...

I lost it... failed miserably.

I burst into laughter, bending over from how damn adorable she looked, like a furious kitten with a death glare.

She huffed, rolled her eyes, and stomped toward the tub, turning on the tap with far more aggression than necessary.

I tried to breathe through it, pressing a hand to my chest like that would stop the laughter still choking my throat. It didn’t.

I walked over quietly and rubbed her arms, trying to hold her from behind. She swatted me again and stepped into the tub like a queen, giving me the coldest shoulder in history.

I followed her, slipping in behind her like I belonged there. Because I did.

"Hey..." I whispered, pressing close to her back. "I’m sorry for laughing. I couldn’t help it. You were just too damn adorable. Will you forgive me?"

She didn’t even look at me. "Just for laughing? You better start apologizing for attempted murder by cum. I literally almost drowned!"

I bit down on my tongue to stop the next laugh. It physically hurt. I buried my face behind her shoulder, rubbing her arms slowly, trying to calm her like a wildcat ready to claw me.

She’s angry, but at the same time, she’s saying and doing the funniest thing I’ve ever seen and heard.

"I’m sorry," I murmured, nuzzling into her neck. "I didn’t mean to drown you. I swear, I didn’t know I’d let out that much. I wasn’t exactly measuring it. It was out of my control..."

Damn! Kill me now please. I want to laugh so hard, but also afraid she’d kill me on the spot.

She groaned, "You’re insane. You know that? This is not normal!"

I smiled and kissed her ear, inhaling the scent of her hair, her skin, her. "Maybe. But I’m insane about you."

And I meant every word.

Because the truth was, I couldn’t imagine life without her anymore. Not now. Not ever.

What I did today... might cost me everything.

I knew exactly what I was doing. I calculated the risks. I planned every move, fully aware I was playing my trump card, the one I swore I’d keep until the very end. But I burned it anyway... for her.

Because it was the only way to make Raymond back the hell off—on his own terms. To protect her without dragging her deeper into the fire.

But now?

Fuck.

Now I’m drowning in the silence between us, terrified of what happens next. Because if she finds out... if she learns the truth behind what I’ve done, she might never look at me the same again. She might walk away, call off the wedding, erase me from her life like I was a mistake she regrets.

And I can’t—I won’t—let that happen.

I’d lose my mind if I lost her. She’s the only thing tethering me to whatever’s left of my soul. Without her, I’m nothing but chaos waiting to implode.

I need to think. I need a plan. Something—anything—to make her stay, even after she learns the truth.

Because if she walks away... I don’t think I’ll survive it.

She let out a soft sigh and melted into me. Her body relaxed completely, her back settling against my chest like she was lying on a bed.

I shifted to hold her better, wrapping my arms tighter around her waist. The water in the tub was still low, so I cupped my hand and began gently pouring warm water over her shoulders, down her arms, across her stomach... slow, soothing motions, like I could wash away everything that hurt.

"I think... I haven’t properly thanked you yet," she murmured.

I gave a small chuckle, brushing my lips against the curve of her neck. "You already did. More than once, actually. In more ways than you realize."

She turned her face slightly toward mine, her voice softer now. "Still... thank you, Nick. You’ve done so much for me, even though you barely know me."

Her words pierced deeper than she knew. I felt them in my chest.

"You don’t need time to know someone’s soul, Georgia. I don’t need a lifetime to know what’s real." I ran my fingers along her arm. "I just need your sincerity. The you that doesn’t hide."

But there was a heaviness settling in my gut, tight, sinking. I didn’t like where this was going. I knew that tone. I knew what was coming next.

"What’s the plan now?" she asked quietly. "Raymond could be in prison for a long time. The evidence was solid."

And there it was.

The damn question I’ve been dreading.

The one I rehearsed a hundred different ways in my head—over and over, like a broken record. Trying to figure out how to tell her everything I’ve done... without making her run.

Oliver warned me. Told me this would come down to her. That whatever happens next, it won’t be up to me anymore.

I looked down at her, holding her closer, memorizing this moment in case it’s the last time I feel her like this.

Because after this?

Everything could change. I don’t have anything to offer her anymore after this.

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Author’s Note: 8/6/2025

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