Page 140 of Explosive Prejudice

“Are you going to talk with Miles, then?”

I snorted. “It’s not the same, and besides, I tried. Many times before. Just because I failed doesn’t mean you will, too.” Placing my hand on his cheek, I kissed him. “Think about it, okay?”

His eyes darted to my lips, then up. “Maybe.” He slid his fingers over my necklace. “It fits you.”

“It does.”

“I found a good chapel in Vegas.”

“Did you?”

“What do you think about Elvis?”

I grimaced. “I’m not letting Elvis wed us.”

He laughed and cupped my face in his big palms. “You be careful today, okay?”

Holding his stare for a moment, I nodded, a cheeky smile on my lips. “You bet.” Placing my hands on top of his, I caressed his warm skin with my thumb. “Don’t worry, okay?”

“Impossible.” He kissed my forehead but didn’t pull back for at least a few seconds.

“We’ll meet on the stage. I’ll be wearing a cap and gown,” I muttered.

“Brat.”

My skin felt cold the second he pulled his hands away, but I promised myself it was necessary. In just a few hours, he’d be mine, and I’d be his, with no one standing in our way.

Picking the cat up from the floor, I walked Camilo to the door.

“We need to name her,” he said, clasping the handle.

Lifting her in front of me, I examined her bright blue eyes. “How about Tiffany?”

“Tiffany?” Camilo frowned. “Why Tiffany?”

I shrugged. “Dunno. She looks like a Tiffany.”

He opened the door. “Absolutely not. We’ll pick a name tonight.”

Bringing her close to my chest, I chuckled. “Fine,” I purred, then leaned to kiss him. As always, his touch felt like a drug. Pulling back, Camilo stroked Tiffany’s—that was her name for now—fur before caressing my chin.

“See you soon, Llorón.” He flicked my cheek gently.

Chuckling, I brushed my fingers over where he just touched and smiled. “Make sure not to miss me too much.”

“Impossible,” he said and stepped backward into the hall.

With my back leaning against the doorframe, I watched him get into the elevator.

The doors had almost closed when he stopped them with his hand.

“You two look alike.” He pointed at Tiffany, and only after I rolled my eyes at him one last time did he let the door slide closed.

“Don’t let it get into that furry head of yours. I’m much prettier than you,” I told Tiffany before taking her back into the apartment and closing the door behind us.

Diesel

I hated admitting I was wrong almost as much as admitting he was right, but in this case, Shay-Lee was. My stubborn kitten was often one hell of a vengeful nuisance, but from time to time, his cute side showed. Telling me to go and see Andrei was one of those times. Truthfully, I found his raging tantrums to be cute, too, but I was fucked in the head.

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