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  Infinitely Mine

  Incapable, Part 3

  Marie Skye

  Contents

  Copyright

  Prologue

  1. Grayson

  2. Emmalin

  3. Grayson

  4. Grayson

  5. Grayson

  6. Emmalin

  7. Grayson

  8. Chace

  9. Grayson

  10. Emmalin

  11. Grayson

  12. Carmen

  13. Grayson

  14. Emmalin

  15. Grayson

  16. Grayson

  17. Emmalin

  18. Grayson

  19. Emmalin

  20. Emmalin

  21. Grayson

  22. Emmalin

  23. Grayson

  24. Grayson

  25. Emmalin

  26. Emmalin

  27. Grayson

  28. Emmalin

  29. Emmalin

  30. Emmalin

  31. Grayson

  32. Grayson

  33. Emmalin

  34. Emmalin

  35. Grayson

  36. Emmalin

  37. Grayson

  38. Grayson

  39. Emmalin

  40. Grayson

  41. Grayson

  42. Emmalin

  43. Grayson

  44. Emmalin

  45. Grayson

  46. Emmalin

  47. Grayson

  48. Emmalin

  49. Grayson

  50. Emmalin

  51. Grayson

  52. Emmalin

  53. Emmalin

  54. Grayson

  55. Emmalin

  56. Grayson

  57. Emmalin

  58. Grayson

  59. Emmalin

  The Wedding

  60. Emmalin

  61. Emmalin

  62. Grayson

  63. Emmalin

  64. Grayson

  65. Grayson

  66. Emmalin

  67. Emmalin

  68. Grayson

  69. Emmalin

  70. Grayson

  71. Emmalin

  72. Grayson

  73. Emmalin

  74. Grayson

  75. Emmalin

  76. Grayson

  77. Emmalin

  78. Grayson

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  More Info

  About the Author

  Other books by Marie Skye

  Playlist

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  Prologue

  Emmalin

  "Table seven is done, Emmalin."

  I glanced up from my reports. "Thanks Moni, make sure you have someone walk you out."

  I heard her let out an over exaggerated sigh. "It's 5 p.m. I think I can handle walking to my car at 5 on a Tuesday by myself."

  We always went through this, each of the three times a week she worked, and I always said the same thing: "Safety in numbers, Moni." She rolled her eyes as Gus, a frequent customer that was on his way out, put on his jacket to walk her out.

  Mitch sidled up next to me. "Young people."

  I chuckled. "Yeah. They're a hoot." I went back to looking over the financial accounts.

  "So, you're renting from the old Mire estate apartments downtown, right?" I nodded, trying to stay focused on what I was doing. "Those are nice. Are you completely unpacked yet?"

  "Um, yeah I guess. I didn't come here with much, so I'm mostly acquiring things as I go."

  "Well, I'm pretty handy, so if you ever need any help doing anything or hanging a picture or something, just say the word and I'm there."

  I nodded, chancing a glance back at my screen, hoping he would take the hint. "Thanks, that's nice of you."

  "I can also show you around town, too. It's a pretty small town as it is, but I've lived here long enough, I know just about everyone."

  So much for that hint. I smiled as I shut my screen. "Well, I should go, so I'll see you soon."

  "I'll walk you out. Safety in numbers, remember?" He winked at me as he grabbed my jacket, offering to put it on. I knew my words would come back to bite me in the ass. "Thanks Mitch."

  When I finally reached my small yet quaint apartment, I did my normal routine of locking and double checking all the locks again. I then made sure all four of my Louisville sluggers were in place throughout the apartment, waiting patiently should I ever need them, and ate a crappy dinner, most of which got tossed in the trash, then proceeded to do the same thing I did every night: stare at my phone.

  The day I’d left, Grayson had called repeatedly and texted nonstop. It hurt to reject each and every one of those calls. I’d had the cab driver take me all the way to a Greyhound where I had taken a bus to a much smaller town called Quincy. It's a good four to five hours away; I figured that would nix my temptation. It hadn't.

  I did the same thing every single night: I went over the remaining text messages he sent me. They were coming in about thirty a day. They ranged from him telling me to come home, to him just making small talk, to downright rage. The very last message had come one week before. It was two in the morning, and I had finally fallen asleep after crying for hours, like I did every night. I awoke to the buzzing from my phone. Glancing at the message, I saw it consisted of just two words:

  Fuck you

  I remembered dropping the phone and trying not to scream. I had to keep telling myself this is what I wanted. I wanted him to hate me. He had to—he didn't understand it at the moment, but he would. All of it was for the best.

  I pulled up the messages again, ignoring the final message and scrolling to the top, to my favorite one…the one that said, 'I love you.' That was the one that made me smile, but it also cracked my heart, because I’d had to do what I did. I felt a lone tear roll down my face and lay back against my pillow as I once again tried to fall asleep.

  Chapter One

  Grayson

  Three Months Prior

  Of all the places to run into Emmalin after she walked out of my life—a fucking wedding. Not ours, of course; no, that would've been too fucking ironic. The annoying as fuck intern Edith had gone and gotten herself knocked up by Kevin of all fucking people, and they had decided to get married. Of course I was invited, because, as she’d put it, I was the one that brought them together. Bullshit. They had a one-night stand and she ended up getting knocked up. No matter what anyone tells me, I'm sure her ass did it on purpose.

  They decided to have a quickie wedding a month after finding out she was pregnant, so there I sat. Everyone was laughing around me, having a good ol’ time, and I swore, it was my dick that knew she was walking in the door. When I said it had a five-mile radius to her pussy, that was not a lie. Not a lie at all. I looked toward the door and my breath got caught in my throat. All the noise around me ceased to exist. It had been three months, three whole months since I'd last seen or heard from her. Three months since she broke my fucking heart. She was looking down at her placement card, and fuck, she was stunning. Her hair was longer, but she was thinner—
so much thinner. She smiled as two kids ran past her then finally looked up to survey the room and find her table. Her eyes finally locked on mine, and I swore she froze. Nope. Don't back down now, baby. You came this far. I cocked my eyebrow at her, almost daring her. I watched as she smoothed her dress down, looked at her placement card again, and began walking toward me. Her eyes widened when she realized we were at the same table. This was going to be good.

  She slowly sat down, giving me a shy smile. I tipped my beer back in response. I had no intentions of making any of this easy for her. None whatsoever. I watched as she played with the plastic table cover. After a few minutes, she finally cleared her throat and spoke. "It's a nice wedding. Good for them."

  I narrowed my eyes at her before finally nodding at her lame attempt to make conversation. More people sat at our table, and servers finally came out and placed plates of food for each one of us. Her eyes went to the seat next to mine, where a plate sat. That's right, I brought a date, and the moment couldn't have been more perfect as my date—whatever the fuck her name was—came waltzing in and sidled up next to me in her barely-there fuck-me dress, which I certainly planned on doing later on.

  "Sorry about that, that call took longer than expected."

  I kissed the side of her head. "No worries. Dinner just got here." I picked up a cherry tomato and teased her with it before plopping it in my mouth. She giggled. I decided to take a chance and glance back at Emmalin, whose face was a mixture of sadness and anger, but mostly hurt. When she saw me looking at her, she quickly looked down at her plate and began picking at her food. Good. She’d get to feel what I'd been going through.

  Whatever-her-name-was started whispering in my ear, but my gaze was still on Emmalin, and I swore I could hear my heart cracking. Seeing her sitting there, trying to act like nothing I was doing was affecting her was starting to make me feel bad, for some reason. I watched as she shoved the pasta to the side of her plate and only picked at the chicken. She declined wine from the server and only sipped from her water glass, whereas all the other adults were happily drinking wine or beer, since that was the only thing free at this wedding. She played her part and smiled as the happy couple danced; she applauded, but I saw through the facade. The tears that welled in her eyes threatened to fall. She was smiling so hard, I was sure her cheeks were burning.

  It wasn't until her cake was placed in front of her and she moved it aside that it clicked for me.

  "You're not taking care of yourself."

  Her head snapped up at me. They were the first words I had spoken to her since she'd arrived. I had blatantly ignored her all night. As I assessed her more, I saw her eyes were still glassy with tears threatening to spill over. "You didn't eat the pasta, only the chicken—barely. No bread, no cake, no alcohol. All things you would take insulin for, right? That explains your weight loss."

  Before she could say anything, Edith came over, beaming, and Emmalin stood up to hug her. I caught the tears that finally spilled over. When Edith finally pulled back and noticed the tears, her brow immediately furrowed in concern and she quickly glanced at me. "You okay?"

  Emmalin nodded. "Yeah, I'm just so happy for you. A baby and a marriage, what a blessing, right?" Edith seemed to take her bait because she instantly started smiling. I got up and went to the bar.

  "Give me a bourbon." I kept my gaze on Emmalin and Edith.

  "It's a cash bar, sir."

  I turned to the bartender. "Do I look like the type of guy that can't afford a fucking bourbon? I'm almost certain my suit cost more than this entire wedding." I laid down a fifty on the counter, and he quickly took out a tumbler and started filling it up. I tossed it back as I watched Emmalin wave goodbye to Edith and start heading out the door. Oh, hell no.

  I marched toward the door, and before I got there, my date intercepted me. "Not now." I waved her off as I continued toward the door, then outside.

  She was walking with her arms wrapped around her, head down. I grabbed her by the crook of her arm and spun her around. "I don't get a proper goodbye?" Her eyes were red and teary. She diverted her eyes and I shook her. "Look at me! You come to my city and try to act like we're friends. Isn't that what you were doing, Emmalin? Don't you tell your friends goodbye before you leave? Before you walk out of their fucking lives? After everything they've done for you, and it's still not good enough, don't they deserve a goodbye, Emmalin?"

  I brushed up against her. Fuck I wanted her—needed her. She let out a soft moan, and I swore I got harder. Walk away, I kept telling myself. Walk away, just like she walked away from you. Walk away and don't look back…but what if you had one last taste? My eyes darted to her mouth as she slightly parted her lips and softly sighed. I leaned forward and tugged her bottom lip between my teeth, and she gasped.

  She opened her mouth to say something, but laughter in the distance made her tense. I dragged her to the side of the building, darting my eyes each way, making sure no one was around as I pushed her up against the wall. I stood close, which was a huge fucking mistake on my part, because I was instantly hard, and all I wanted to do was sink deep inside of her. She tilted her head up as I loomed over her.

  "I asked you a question."

  She nervously swallowed. "I didn't think…"

  "You didn't fucking think what?" I sharply cut her off. I was going to waste no time beating around the bush.

  Her gaze pierced mine. "I didn't think you wanted me to say goodbye. You seemed rather busy with your friend."

  I slightly grinned when she said friend, and decided to play with her a little while longer. "My friend? Oh, you mean my girlfriend?"

  She winced slightly before shutting her eyes. She turned to leave, but I caged her in on both sides. She suddenly looked at me with anger in her eyes.

  "You made your point, Grayson. You're aiming to hurt me. I get it. You did it. Well done."

  I ran my hand through my hair. "No, Emmalin. You don't get to stand there and tell me about hurt. Hurt is what I felt when you walked out that fucking door without an explanation."

  "And you don't…" She suddenly stopped speaking as she quickly wiped a tear away. "Everything happens for a reason Grayson. Some people aren't meant to be with each other."

  I took a half step back, shaking my head. I watched as she avoided looking at me. What was she hiding from me? I leaned in closer, and that damn lavender scent hit me. That scent that was still in my shower because I refused to throw it out, because it reminded me of her, and no matter what, no matter how much I tried to make myself forget about her, I still loved her.

  "Grayson," she whispered.

  "Stop talking," I cut her off. "Just let me have this. Even if it's the last time. Just let me have this. Let me have what was."

  I watched as a single tear fell down her face, and I brushed it off. My inner voice was screaming, Don't do this, come home, you're mine! I looked down at her lips as I pulled her closer to me. I could feel her green eyes piercing through me, and her lips slightly parted. Fuck. Me. She let out a soft sigh, and I swear to you, I tried to help myself, but I just couldn't. I needed to taste her. I ran my tongue over her bottom lip and she moaned. That fucking moan had my dick screaming to get out of my pants. I pushed her up against the wall and caged her in, nipping the column of her neck. She moaned, brushing into me as I raised her dress up, not giving a shit that anyone could walk by and see us. My mouth claimed hers, and at the same time, my hand dipped into her panties, and she cried out the moment I flicked her clit. Fuck, she was drenched.

  I hastily undid my belt buckle, taking my cock out. As I wrapped one of her legs around me, I slid myself through her wetness, teasing her.

  "Grayson, I want you," she panted.

  I gritted my teeth. "Tell me what I want to hear. That's not what I want to hear." I needed her to tell me what I wanted to hear, and I was willing to forget the whole thing. We could've gone back and acted like none of the last three months happened. We could pick right back up where we were before she lef
t. I just needed her to tell me she needed me.

  "Grayson."

  I slid in, just the tip, and we both gasped. It was taking all of my self-control not to thrust full on. "Tell me what I want to hear, baby. Just tell me." I needed her to say it so I could fuck her brains out. Then she'd know not to ever do it again. She would think twice. Then I'd take her home—to our home—and fuck her nonstop. She'd know. She'd fucking know.

  I reached my hand up to her hair, angling her to look at me. As I inched in a little more, she gasped as I restrained myself. I was clenching my jaw so hard, I was surprised I didn't break my teeth. I was pleading with her. "Just say it. Please. Tell me you need me so I can take you home." I was practically begging, and I never begged, but right then, in that moment, I would have done anything if it meant bringing her back home. Anything to keep her.

  Her eyes watered, and the tears started to fall. She placed both of her hands against my chest and shut her eyes. I tightened my hold on her hair. If she was going to break me, she might as well look at me.

  She finally took a deep breath, then spoke with a trembling voice. “I can't."

  I paused, then slowly backed up and tucked myself back in my pants. We stood there, her staring at the ground with tears in her eyes.

  "I should get back inside. I came with someone." My voice came out hard as I turned to walk away. Right when I reached the end of my sentence, I stopped and turned around. In that moment in time, I felt like I needed the last word. I needed to make sure the knife was twisted and embedded in her back nice and good. She looked my way when she felt my eyes on her. We stared at each other for a brief moment.

  "I wish I never met you."

  I heard her gasp, but didn't see her reaction that I was sure was filled with devastation as I turned and left.

  Chapter Two

  Emmalin

  Present Day

  "So, how's the new city? Hate it yet?"