DAVINA
Vincent's office smelled like leather and polished wood, and the only sound inside was the soft rustle of pages turning. I should have been focusing on anything else, the austere decor, the weight of the silence, or the fact that I shouldn’t even be here, sitting with two men who disarm me in completely different ways. But no. My gaze kept wandering, lost between Vincent and Gutemberg.
Vincent read with impeccable posture, elbows resting on the desk, chin slightly raised. But the detail that was killing me? The reading glasses. Serious, focused Vincent had something absurdly intellectual and hellishly sexy about him. He ran his finger along the edge of the page before turning it each time, as if savoring every word. As if he could dissect a poem with the same precision he once used to analyze me.
DAVINAVincent's office smelled like leather and polished wood, and the only sound inside was the soft rustle of pages turning. I should have been focusing on anything else, the austere decor, the weight of the silence, or the fact that I shouldn’t even be here, sitting with two men who disarm me in completely different ways. But no. My gaze kept wandering, lost between Vincent and Gutemberg.Vincent read with impeccable posture, elbows resting on the desk, chin slightly raised. But the detail that was killing me? The reading glasses. Serious, focused Vincent had something absurdly intellectual and hellishly sexy about him. He ran his finger along the edge of the page before turning it each time, as if savoring every word. As if he could dissect a poem with the same precision he once used to analyze me.
DAVINAGutemberg stared at me for a long moment and then, without saying a word, loosened his grip on my hips, but remained lying on top of me. His gaze was full of regret, but also of a quiet rage."I didn’t do this to hurt you, Davina," he murmured in a tone I couldn’t quite place, almost a sigh. "I was angry... but not at you."He slowly raised a hand and touched my face with an almost painful gentleness, as if he were apologizing but didn’t know how. I wanted to pull away, but at the same time, something inside me still wanted to know what he was trying to say.The air between us was heavy, tense, but in a way that made the atmosphere pulse around us, heating with his proximity. I was still pinned, and despit
DAVINAGutemberg is laughing at me.He started laughing just seconds ago. It was a low chuckle at first, but it quickly escalated into an unexpected, vibrant sound, and I found myself staring at him, unsure of what to do.Idiot.His reaction to what I was feeling only made me feel more vulnerable. I expected an explanation, but he was clearly enjoying it, like it was some kind of game.He shifted suddenly, changing positions, and before I could react, he was lying on top of me, his body pressing against mine, the heat of his presence wrapping around me completely. I was slightly out of breath, which left me dazed for a moment. The weight of his body made me swallow my breath, and with a mischievous smile, he kissed my forehead."You look so damn cute when you're jealous, you know that?" he murmured, the smile still playing on his lips as he looked down at me.I pushed him gently, trying to shake off the feeling of helplessness taking over me, but he just snuggled closer, laughing like
DAVINAI was frozen, my mind racing a mile a minute, trying to process everything Gutemberg had just told me. I stared at him with wide eyes, my breathing rapid. He may not have known before, but still he should have told me. He should’ve given me some explanation the moment he found out."How could you not tell me?" My voice came out louder than I intended, but the frustration and fear had caught me off guard. "You knew about your father, and you didn’t tell me."Gutemberg closed his eyes and sighed, and I realized he was just as shaken as I was."You should’ve said something sooner!" I continued, my voice steadier now. All I could think about were all those girls trapped. "I... I can’t believe you kept thi