LOGINMOON"You forget yourself, really." Aphrodite paced the room like a caged animal as she whisper yelled at me. "You dared to kiss his fucking cheek! Right in front of me...you know he's not your husband right?" Aphrodite sneered, "Yet here you are getting all chummy with him!"I rolled my eyes and remained calm, "It is part of the job description you shallow bitch." I responded in the sweetest voice I could muster and batted my lashes at her. "If you weren't such a coward, maybe you'd be the one in his mansion getting bent over and doted on." I was saying these words to spite her, but the image it conjured up in my head made me sick. If Cillian's fingers ended up on Aphrodite's skin...if she truly became his wife after I did all the work...how would that make me feel?My degree was important. My mother's gallery was more important. But Cillian.I let out a harsh breath and met my cousin's seething eyes. "That's not why we're here." I waved dismissively and unlocked my phone. I scrolled
CILLIANAphrodite's parents' affection seemed manufactured. I'd lived long enough to know when an action is being forced and being felt and the smile on Aphrodite's face was forced, painfully so. Though, she seemed to have perfected it.The sight of it left a bad taste on my tongue. I didn't like this, not one bit and if Mamò hadn't personally asked me to attend this dinner, I would've come up with some excuses and gotten out of it, better still, I would've taken my wife out of this building that made her look that way.My wife. The thought didn't feel as foreign as it should've as I walked behind her into the dining room and that bothered me.Edmund and his niece, Moon were right behind us while Bethany held on to Aphrodite's hand, I could see veins popping up, her grip was tight, too tight for my comfort. The housekeeper pointed at the seat right next to the head chair and I nodded. I was in their home, I would follow their rules.I pulled out the chair next to me, looked to Aphrodi
MOONHis stubble scraped pleasantly against my chin. My lungs burned but I didn't pull away. I only moved closer, chasing the taste of him while heat pooled low in my belly, searing through every logical thought that might've stopped me from rubbing,y gloss all over his freshly washed lips.But he tasted so fucking good,mi couldn't get enough.When he finally pulled back, I followed his mouth before realizing what I'd done. My body severely attuned to his every breath and movement. My eyes went wide at my sudden needed for desperation.God I probably reeked of it.I looked at his devastating face and the bastard's lips curved."Stop doing that!" I snarled, suddenly filled with rage at how easily a kiss from Cillian could disarm me."I'm not doing anything," he deadpanned, hints of amusement still dancing in those depths. His lips were glossy, stained black and brown, utterly kissable.And he was pretending to be clueless.Oh, he has balls!"You just short-circuited my fucking brain!"
MOONBy the time the bathroom door opened again, I had managed to get my face mostly done and convince myself Cillian's red ears meant nothing. That conviction lasted until he stepped through the steam with a towel around his waist and another rubbing over his wet hair.His hair was darker wet, auburn strands sticking to his neck and shoulders while water slid down his chest and disappeared beneath the towel. I looked away too late.Cillian caught me through the mirror.Of course he did.I focused very intensely on my lip liner as he crossed the room, but I could still feel his eyes on me, and that was somehow worse. His stare always felt physical, like warm fingers dragging over every place it landed. My shoulders. My neck. The ridiculous amount of cleavage I'd managed to force out of the dress."You look beautiful."My hand stopped.I looked at him through the mirror. "What?"His brows pulled together slightly. "I said you look beautiful."For a second I just stared because Cillian
MOONWhat happened at breakfast just proved that I still knew next to nothing about Cillian O'Brien. Sure, at random moments he would say things about himself without me even asking, but I knew deep down that there were parts of him he would never say out loud. After all, I was only temporary in his life but, then again...after what he said against my skin the previous night, I couldn't help but wonder if my not so skillful seduction was finally paying off or if he was lying to me.He had a twin...it seemed this twin passed away from what I gathered from Tiernan's phrasing. Cillian was a man with so many layers even I couldn't figure out if I could even unearth one and get him to want to keep me."Not my problem," I muttered under my breath as I shuffled through my clothes in the closet. Locked in here, it was easier to let my thoughts roam free but I had to remind myself that there was so much more to worry about.Like the fuck ass dinner I wished I could skip.Maybe I could tell Cil
MOONGoing back to Edmund's house was something I had been dreading since Cillian mentioned it. I stood in the kitchen that morning with my coffee and tried to focus on other shit before I had to think about tonight.Cillian came downstairs at seven, which was earlier than usual, dressed already, hair loose, and he looked at me across the kitchen counter and said, "Morning," in that low unhurried voice and my stomach did its stupid flutter before I had consciously registered anything."Morning." I said back, into my coffee.He moved around me to get to the kettle and the warmth of him passing close behind me made every fine hair on my arms stand up. I stared very intently at the kitchen window."Are you nervous about tonight?" He asked."No. I miss my parents." I said.He said nothing. Which meant he didn't believe me. Which was correct."Maybe slightly." I admitted, "Home isn't really my favorite place to go but family is family."He looked at me when I said that, a brief look, quic







