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I just nodded "Then why are talking to that asshole ?!" I cant speak I dont know what to say "I said WHY GRACE ?!" l never seen him like this. His eyes were full of anger and his hand was bent "I-I d-dont k-know p-please" i said "FUCK! You dont know ?! That's bullshit! Am I not enough yet? I said don't you go home without flirting" My knees are softening, I don't know anymore Suddenly my tears fall i cant control it anymore

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

Her hands trembled at her sides. I didn’t break eye contact. “Are you in or not?” For a heartbeat, the air between us crackled charged with the weight of a thousand unspoken consequences. Then, slowly, she nodded. The storm inside me silent for far too long began to rise. ***************** AUTHOR’S NOTE Thank you so much for reading this chapter. If your heart raced, if you felt the weight of Angela’s fury or the ache in her grief then I’m honored to have moved you. This story means the world to me, and your support keeps it alive.

*Tatiana* Angelo turns us and presses my back against the cold brick wall of the living room. His kisses slide down my neck to my collarbone, and I tilt my head backward, the delightful feeling of his lips on my skin threatening to burst me into flames. A soft moan escapes me as his fingers dig deeper into my ass. Heat pools at my core, and my fingers curl into his shirt as I hold onto him with all my might, anchoring myself to him. He presses his hips against mine, and I grind against him, wanting more, needing more.

He smells the human soap, the fear, the absence of wolf scent. Marco frowned, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at her face. "You know, for a guy heading into Gold House, you've got quite a sharp mouth on you, Angelo. And..." He leaned in an inch closer, sniffing the air near her collar. "...you smell weird. Like... sweetgrass and panic. What kind of cologne are you wearing? Or are you just terrified out of your mind?" "I'm not scared of anything," Angela lied, her voice tight and trembling with suppressed rage as she shoved a hand against his chest, trying to put distance between them.

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' I muttered as I closed my eyes, and as he chuckled, I opened my eyes. "Your intoxicating smell is driving me insane, Angel.” He nuzzled his face in my wet hair and whispered in my ear. His one hand was travelling up to the towel knot, and his lips were brushing against my neck. My entire body was ablaze with deep desire, and his touch electrified my body with passion. "Jonathan, please go. I have to get ready. Mom will be waiting for me." I tried to push him away, but it had no effect on him because he was a vampire and far too strong.

Andrew drew out a chequebook with a leather cover from his coat. "Here, write as many zeros as you like and get out, "Lucifer singed the chequebook and tore a page and threw it on Angela's face. The piece of expensive paper delicately fluttered in the air and elegantly landed on the floor. A blue vein popped on Angela's neck. She clenched her fists in her pockets squeezing her sweaty palms. It was becoming troublesome to keep her polite smile in place. She picked up the cheque from the floor, shredded it into pieces and she threw it on Lucifer's assholian face.

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Her lips were parted, her hair sticking all over her face and her temples, and her breath smelled like wine. Again, the anger rose. I did what my mind told me to do without having a second thought. I grabbed her forearm and pulled as hard as I could. I swear to God I heard a bone break, as her limb dislocated. "WHAT THE FU—" "You fucking listen to me, Caterina," I spatted, not giving her a change to finish as I pressed her cheeks together as hard as I could, hissing at her face. "When I tell you not to fucking do something, don't. Or else there'll be hell to fucking pay."