جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 28

CHELSEAThe itch beneath my skin has been begging to be scratched the entire time I've been here. I only have evidence of Dante's neutrality. He's not evil, but he's not good either.And neither am I. What am I even doing?My dad's journal said he was the one. He was last seen at his warehouse.The bullet used was one of the standard ones procured by the Mexican cartel. And he's in deep business with the cartel.It's either Dante's a good liar or... or... or nothing. Either he's a good liar, or I'm seeing things and my mind is just out of it.I tap my legs against the marble floor of my office.The mystery of Dante is eating at my head.The phone rings by my side.I pick it up, and a shrill voice comes through."It's Margaret from Legal. Mr. Dante needs to confirm a few things with the team.""No, Mr. Dante is not available right now. He has a meeting soon," I respond to Margaret."I just need to inform him about—""You can inform me, Margaret. Send an email.""It's just, the head of

CHELSEASitting on the opposite side of Dante confuses me. I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse.On one side, I get to stare at him all day during the conference. But the way this man speaks. Ugh.He is more articulate than anyone I have ever heard, but...Realization hits me like a bullet train. Dante is never this articulate, at least when we're together.He... stutters when he's with me.Other times, he speaks beautifully.Damn...Maybe I just bring out the worst in him.Since our fight last night—if I could even call it that—we haven't spoken to each other, and I have made it a point of duty not to even glance in his direction.What was I even thinking? Getting involved with Dante.The words of those women sting again."Isn't that Dante's ex-fiancée?""Come on, that was so long ago," the other one had chided, giggling.I suck in a deep breath and smooth the flaps of my suit. There's nothing there. It doesn't matter that his ex-fiancée was there and he didn't tell me, but we

CHELSEA My mind is blank and empty of every thought as I hook my hands on the collar of his shirt and pull. Hard. He groans into my mouth, his hands pressing my hips further into him. Everything I've ever felt—rage, pain, hurt, joy, peace—it all comes. And I pour it into the kiss. My hand tangles in his hair as I open my mouth to him. His tongue slips in, sucking and licking my lips. I push my tongue into his mouth too, my grip on his hair harder, his grip on my waist punishing. He makes a sound that comes from his chest, deep like a rumble. Satisfaction. His hand moves to cup my face, and he angles my head to deepen the kiss. My entire body blazes in heat I've never felt before. His kiss, hot and demanding, tears through my soul, and I'm wanting. Wanting more than I have ever in my life. He bites my lower lip slightly, earning goosebumps all over my skin. A moan escapes my mouth into his, and he pushes me to the wall in response. My hand tugs at his hair, and the other gri

CHELSEAI run three feet farther from him than usual. Since we started our morning run today, he has been inching closer to me, and I have been inching away."What do you want me to do?" he suddenly asks out of the blue."What do you mean?" I ask blandly. I know exactly what he means. I've been avoiding him. Well, it's not my fault I can't stay close to him when he affects me this much."You've been jogging about four feet farther away from me.""Three feet," I correct, my face still forward."Alright." He glances at my armband with my water bottle strapped tightly to my arm. "Well, doesn't it seem like you're trying to avoid me?""Jogging three feet farther from you can hardly be called avoiding." I laugh."Okay, then come closer."I stop for a second, scoff, and then jog closer to him."Much better." He doesn't hide the smile on his face.After jogging for a few more minutes, I stop close to a bench and sit. He follows suit without a word.And here I thought he didn't support the id