Blake POVWalking away from Wyatt Hayes turned out to be the hardest thing I have ever done in my life, and I have done some incredibly hard things in my life. The way his two colored eyes watched me, as if he was drinking me in, as if he was committing me to memory, watching my every move to make sure he wouldn’t forget anything.As I find Trent in the middle of the room, he smiles, passing me a glass of champagne that I gladly take and empty without thinking twice. “Wow, take it easy Pierce,” he says and I nod as I hold the glass between my trembling fingers.“Are you okay?” He asks as he faces me, his fingers brushing my skin as he moves a strand of hair that fell in front of my eyes. I nod, biting my lips as I remember the heat coming from Wyatt’s body. I swear I smell like him now. His jacket smelled so much like him, I bet I smell the same now.I wish I could just sniff my arms, but it would be embarrassing and I
Blake POV“Do you need help, Love?” I hear someone say and then I realize the cab driver is leaning in the window next to me. I shake my head, pushing Wyatt away from me, but he doesn’t move, not even an inch. His eyes are murderous.I hear a whistle, and I look over his shoulder to see Dash and his twin brother. They stand the same way, both with their hands in their pockets. The only difference between them is that Dash is smiling and his brother Jagger looks serious. The way he is looking at me makes my stomach turn.“Let me go, Wyatt, go back inside, I bet there are some people wanting to talk to you, or your fiancé, she might be looking for you,” I say and when his eyes move from my eyes to my lips and then back up I realize he is touching me. His hand possessively resting on my waist, keeping me in place.I look down at his hand and I have to say I feel bothered by his touch. The heat that comes from his touch me
Wyatt POVIt’s been exactly five days since the engagement party and Sandrine has been clingier than ever. I guess that the display of affection I pulled on her made her think things changed and I wanted something to do with her. I pinch the bridge of my nose as the seventh message of the day flashes on the screen of my phone.“Her again?” Jagger asks and I nod as I turn my phone off and shove it into the back pocket of my jeans. I am tired of her shit and if I didn’t have so much to lose, I would honestly tell her to fuck right off. I hate the way she talks to me, and the way she thinks she can have any say in my life.“Wouldn’t want to be you,” Dash says as he looks at me over his shoulder while Jagger drives and he sits on the passenger seat next to his twin. I am in the back of the SUV with my laptop while we try to connect to the sound system of the car in front of us.“They will be realizing we are fol
Blake POVI open my eyes, sitting up on the bed, frowning and looking around. I move my hand through my hair, pulling it away from my face while my heart beats fast. My forehead is so wet with sweat that my hair gets stuck. I had a really weird dream and then I felt like I was being watched. That feeling hasn’t disappeared.It was the most real dream I have ever had in my life. It was like I could even smell his cologne. My skin felt warm, as if he was touching me and my pussy drenched because he was touching, licking and doing all sorts of sinful things to me. Things I wish I could feel for real.I realize it’s been far too long since the last time I had sex and I need to get it sorted. I know I am not the one-night stands kind of girl, but I really need to sort out this need for sex.I sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing the robe I have resting on the end of the bed, throwing it over my shoulders and passing my arms through the fabric, tyin
Blake POV “Miss Pierce,” he says, placing his hand on the elevator doors, stopping them to close once more. I have been standing looking at him, as if it is the first time I am actually seeing him. He is wearing a dark gray three-piece suit and a silver tie with a white shirt. I can’t help but stare the way the suit makes him look even better. He raises an eyebrow and when I come back to reality, a small smile appears on his lips as if he can read my mind. “Shall we?” He says as I nod and take a step out of the elevator. His body is so big that I have to brush my body against him to pass as he keeps his hand in the same place, stopping the elevator door from closing. I can feel the head irradiating from his body as I brush past him and I swear I heard him groan, or not. Wyatt rests one hand on my lower back while we walk silently down the corridor, and I swear my mind has gone foggy. What’s with these men and their need to be constantly touching people? “Thro
Wyatt POVHaving to pretend I don’t know what happened last night is making me sick to my stomach. Watching the strongest woman I have ever met in my life break down crying in front of me is something I wasn’t expecting and it’s making me feel things I am not comfortable feeling.I can’t remember the last time I felt empathy for someone, I trained myself to stop feeling it, it’s stupid and takes me nowhere and here I am, on my knees in front of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, while she cries.I try to comfort her, again, something I haven’t done in a long time, and when she looks at me desire flashes in her green eyes and then she looses all control wrapping her arms around my neck as she falls on her knees in front of me kissing me. Shit, her lips are soft and taste like strawberries and cream. The way she moans against my mouth as I bite her lower lip, forcing her to open herself to me.Our tongues dance to
Blake POVA knock on the door makes me realize what we’re doing is wrong. Wyatt looks at the door over his shoulder as he presses his hard body against mine. We’re lying on the couch, my legs spread wide while he slams into me.“Shit,” he curses under his breath as my nails dig into his shoulder and his eyes meet mine again while we hear another knock on the door.“Busy, come back later,” he shouts at whoever is behind the door, but a louder knock comes as his phone rings at the same time.I bite my lower lip as he moves his hips faster, slamming into me in anger now, as if it’s my fault there’s someone interrupting us. “We’re gonna have to continue this another time,” he says before he pulls out of me and I immediately feel empty. I move on the couch, sitting up and covering my body with my arms as he moves around, gathering his clothes and putting them back on.Another loud knock m
Blake POVI am sitting looking at my laptop for the past two hours without being able to write anything is something very weird to me. Usually the words just fly out of me and things get done fast, but not today. My mind keeps flying back to Wyatt and how he took me, how he made me orgasm so easily. How he is not remorseful about what happened between us. He is the one engaged and I am the one feeling guilty.Maybe it’s because I am going to meet up with Sandrine in less than one hour to look at her wedding dress. How am I supposed to look at her after what I did with her fiancé? Fake engagement or not, I should’ve stopped myself. And it’s all on me. I was the one that lost her shit and jumped at him. The way he was worried about me, the way he was looking at me, made me believe he cared. But does he? Why should he care? He’s nothing to me. And what sort of power does he have to take care of things for me?I needed up not telling him what he wanted to know, who’s dealing with the case