Rejected, And Became A Heiress (Cara)
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1 watched the sun come up through the windote, soft light kissing the curves of Cara's hips, sloping in such a tempting way. I planted a kick there, eliciting a soft moan from her sleeping Tips.

I ran a caressing, loving hand over her smooth skin, touching all the parts of her normally covered by her professional clothing. It was only me who got to see her this way. Only me Why did it take me so damned long to realize that I love her?

"That's the question I've been asking for years now," Grey chirped inside my head with a smug chuckle.

I internally rolled my eyes at him, not wanting to spoil the moment with my wolf's bitter gloating. Yes, I know he had tried to get me to see reason before. But for some reason, I never could... Until now.

Now, with the object of my affections softly, very cutely in fact, snoring into her pillow, I wonder how on earth I could have missed it? How on earth I could have hidden from myself this great big well of love inside my chest, reserved for one woman alone: Cara. Yes, I'm a fool. There's no doubt about that. But I'm a damned lucky fool. Lucky enough to share Cara's bed.

And I don't even have to stomach the guilt of her having a husband! She doesn't have any such husband. I'd never been so happy to misunderstand something in my life!

My stomach grumbles, reminding me that it's been many hours since I'd last eaten. After all the calories we burned last night, I have a feeling Cara will be hungry, too. I plant one last kiss, tender and gentle, on Cara's hip before rising from the bed. The motion must have caused the mattress to stir. In a flash, Cara's eyes snap open.

She stares up at me, at first with confusion, then with intense horror.

....... Horror...?!

"...Wh- what?!" she screams, stuttering from the shock.

"Shhh... shhhh... it's alright," I try to reassure her, keeping my voice soft and mild. "Shhh..."

"Don't 'shhhh' me! What happened?!" Cara yells at me, grabbing the bedsheet that had gathered near her ankles. "You, you, and I....!"

She pulls the white sheet up over her body, covering herself from the neck down. She's hiding herself, I realize. Hiding herself from me.

"Cara, I can explain. Last night--" I start, but she backs away from me further, leaning hard

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against the wall behind her bed.

It's like she's trying to put as much physical distance as possible in between us. I don't understand. We had a perfect night. I'm sure that we both crave each other...

Maybe She's confused now. I just need to remind her, to refresh her memory...

A sudden sting erupts from the side of my cheek. The skin feels hot, and it burns terribly.

She slapped me.

Cara Wilson actually slapped me.

How could this have gone so wrong?! I need to fix this, and fast. I rub my cheek, trying to demand the pain go away.

I look at Cara and fresh pain hits my heart. She's clutching her hand, clearly in pain herself from the contact of the slap. I almost apologize to her for how my face has hurt her hand.

Then I look back at her, the way she has crumpled herself into a ball, arms squeezed in closely, legs tucked under tightly. Like she's protecting herself.

From me.

"...Get out." I hear her whisper softly.

"What...?"

I said, get out of my house!" She says, "NOW...!!!"

And when I look at her face, something inside my heart cracks, creating a hole of despair and self-loathing.

Cara is crying.