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    All I Want - Part Two: All I Want, #2
    All I Want - Part Two: All I Want, #2
    All I Want - Part Two: All I Want, #2
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    All I Want - Part Two: All I Want, #2

    By Renna Peak

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    Sidney suffered a tragic loss two years ago. She thought that allowing Gavin into her life--even if it was only for a night--was the key to moving on. Gavin suffered his own loss two years ago and put himself in a self-imposed prison of being unable--or unwilling--to feel anything again. With so much pain in their pasts, can the two ever see beyond their own broken hearts to find love again?

    Recommended for adults only. Steamy scenes and coarse language.

    This is the second part of a three-part series and ENDS WITH A CLIFFHANGER.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRenna Peak
    Release dateDec 4, 2014
    ISBN9781502267559
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      All I Want - Part Two - Renna Peak

      1

      Four-and-a-Half Months Ago

      Mr. Waterston would like to see you in his office.

      I hadn’t even sat down at my desk—hadn’t even taken a moment to glance out the window at the prized view I had earned as a junior partner at the law firm I had never really wanted to work at. The view was just a bonus—it was only the money I cared about. It was the only reason I had even come to work here. The views from the offices were great, but it was only the money that mattered.

      I turned to look at my assistant. I have a call in about three minutes. Can you ask him to reschedule?

      She frowned. The look on her face told me everything I needed to know. There was no need to reschedule and I wouldn’t be taking my call. This was the summons I had been waiting for—the one I had known was coming for the past few days. The one I had been praying wouldn’t come every day since the end of the trial.

      I set my jaw, nodding at her. Okay. Tell him I’ll be there in a second.

      She turned on her heel and walked out of my office. I walked over to my window. I had to glance out one last time—I knew in my gut I wasn’t going to have the chance again. I admired my view of the city—the one I had worked my ass off to earn. The one that was a reward for making partner so early in my career. The one I knew wasn’t mine any longer.

      I had promised myself I wasn’t going to get angry about this again. I had been angry for so long—I knew I needed to let it go. I had been telling myself that a change of scenery would be nice. I had been at this firm for too long, anyway. Four fucking years that all seemed like a waste now. Because of her.

      I walked down the long hall to the corner office—the office I had dreamed of one day occupying. Not that being a managing partner of a law firm had ever really been my dream, but once I had been hired here, I knew it was where I wanted to end up. There was always something about winning—being at the top that appealed to me. And there wasn’t a better office on the twenty-ninth floor of this building than the one I was walking into at that moment. And there wasn’t a higher paid partner than the man who was sitting behind the desk in this office. And that was what mattered. Winning, and the money that came with it. It was always about the money. It had been ever since she came into my life. Money hadn’t been an issue for me until I met her. And then it became the only issue.

      He stood when he saw me, forcing a smile to his face. Gavin. How are you? He motioned for me to take one of the seats in front of his large desk.

      I nodded in his direction. Dale. I knew we weren’t there to exchange pleasantries, so I didn’t even respond other than that. I just sat down in the chair, looking across the desk at him. Waiting for what I knew was coming.

      You may have heard there was a partners’ meeting last night.

      I shook my head slowly, my heart beginning to race. I fought the urge to clench my hands into fists. I didn’t want to get angry. I didn’t want to burn my bridges with this firm. I was angry enough already to burn down the entire city, but I didn’t want to look bad. She had already made me look bad enough—I didn’t want anyone else to have a reason not to hire me.

      He nodded. I suppose you saw this coming.

      I suppose I did.

      He nodded again. "I want you to know the vote was close. Very, very close. If Joe hadn’t had to abstain for obvious reasons—"

      It wouldn’t have been so close. I couldn’t help but interrupt. I couldn’t help that my fingernails were digging into my palms, my fists had now clenched so tightly.

      He forced another weak smile. I was going to say, if Joe had voted, I don’t think we’d be having this conversation. I think he’s about as fed up with his daughter’s behavior as everyone else.

      I turned my gaze to the view behind him—the one I had been dreaming of having for myself for the past several years. I shook my head. I never touched her. Not once. I never did a fucking thing to her.

      "And I believe you. Joe believes you. Hell, Gavin, I think we all believe you. No one here is blind to what she’s done."

      But that isn’t what matters.

      He shook his head. "This business is ninety percent appearances. You know that better than anyone. It’s the appearance…"

      If I hadn’t been so pissed about this, I might have cried. I couldn’t believe it—after everything, everything that woman had put me through, now I was losing my job because of her, too. I couldn’t even do anything but look out the window.

      A change of scenery would be good for you, Gavin. This is local bullshit—no one outside of Chicago is going to know anything about this. I have a buddy in Seattle who’s looking for someone to start a firm with. I can give him a call if you want.

      No. I’ll be fine. I was going to have to go live in the shadow of my brother, but I knew I would be fine. At least I wouldn’t have to ask any of the assholes here for a reference—not that I doubted they would give me one, but I didn’t even want to have to ask. Not after being fired. Not after this kind of humiliation.

      Remember the advice I gave you when all this shit came down last year? When you first found out?

      Three dates. No more. How could I forget? He hadn’t been wrong—it was working. I had been able to focus more in the last year-and-a-half since instituting that rule than I had in my entire life. Three and out was almost gospel to me now, even if it was a cliché football metaphor. It worked. And I was never going to forget it. I would never see a woman more than three times again. I had no intention of even getting to know a woman, let alone see her more than three times. Only three made it easy. It made it safe and easy. And easy was good. That rule would keep me from ever having to even think about the possibility of this happening again. Because women were all the same. Every last one of them was the same. They all wanted money. They were all clingy, lying, greedy bitches who were only interested in what they could get from men. All of them. No exceptions.

      He nodded. Keeping your heart out of everything can only help you. You’ve seen firsthand now what happens when you let a woman into your life. When you let her interfere with your goals. He cocked his head. She’s a bitch. They all are. They’ll all lie and steal whenever they get the chance. She more than proved it to you, so don’t ever let it happen to you again, Gavin.

      When I thought about it, it still felt like the woman had sliced me open with a dull knife and disemboweled me—the pain was still red hot. I knew that burning was never going to go away no matter what I did. It was never going to hurt any less. And I knew I was never going to let another woman get to me like that ever again. I was going to keep it simple. Meet my needs the easy way—simple and uncomplicated. Three and out. Three dates and done. If my heart was never in

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