Page 9 of Promise Kept

The side view of that jaw etched from steel.

His height and ability to fill out a suit.

Made just for him.

“Larissa, did you hear me?”

I snap out of the trance of eye fucking a man twice my age.

I look at Love.

“Hey,” she says. “Are you okay? You are allowed to show emotion. We can go somewhere alone if you need to cry or scream or whatever. Just tell me what you want to do.”

“I’ll tell you exactly what I want to do,” I say. “What I need to do.”

“Okay, what is it?” Love asks.

I grab her hand. “I need to get drunk right now.”

3

The Whole “Mama’s Milk, Dead Father Drama” Thing…

ELLIS

We end up at a bar.

Which isn’t shocking.

Drinking is what solidified the friendship we all had at one point.

Our sense of brotherhood.

That had been led by Hux.

A ball of energy who refused to give up and fail.

Right up until he killed himself.

I stand with Henri and Julian.

“Where’s your bride?” Julian asks Henri.

“Why? Want to take a run at her?” Henri throws right back.

I look to my right and see Calista sitting at the bar.

The bar corner, all to herself.

With her legs gently crossed, her dress going way too far up her right leg.

She’s sitting there like she wants to be fucked. And not by her own husband.

Then again, for all I know, this could be a game they play.

Some couples do that.

They act like they aren’t together. Go out in public and flirt with other people or each other. Just to spice up the bedroom fun.

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