Page 46 of Chemistry: The Chemist

Fucking Eden.

“A head case.”

I slammed my fist on the roof of the car.

“Fuck! Fuck. Fuck!”

Low, but very audibly, I released my transgressions under the large tree that partially shielded me from public view. My car managed to shield most of what it couldn’t.

“She’s not that special.”

The lie rolled off my tongue easily but never settled with me.

“A lie.” I followed up by shaking my head while attempting to silence the voices within me.

Eden was breathtaking. Not only her beauty was captivating but her personality, knife for a tongue, and eagerness to live life on the very edge almost every day of her existence. She kept me on my toes. Wondering. Guessing. Watching.

Like a fucking hawk, I watched her, sometimes through the window of her spot. As she admired the city from above, I admired her from below. On her way to work, I was sure she made it safely. And when she left, I didn’t leave her until I was certain she was inside, safe, and sound asleep.

My addiction was rapidly blossoming. Whenever I managed a wink, she was the thought that woke me. When my eyes closed, she was the thought that lured me to sleep.

I was chastising myself for the body I’d added to my roster for her, but I knew without a doubt I’d lay a thousand more motherfuckers down if their audacity exceeded my limitations. They weren’t at all unreasonable or difficult to follow. I found them rather generous, but the list was steadily growing as the days went by.

Look but don’t touch.

Don’t even look too motherfucking long.

Clear her path.

Say less.

Respect her the same dressed or undressed.

Do not entertain the thrill she seeks.

Never, ever enter her garden.

Eden made me boundless. By default. It was as if my destiny had been chosen for me the moment I set eyes on her. She was a means to my end.

“Maurice,” I whispered, dipping into my ride and taking off from the parking lot at full speed.

He’d said a hundred times that my mother had been chosen specifically for him. There was nothing he could or wanted to do about it. Though I’d never understood logic, I was quickly learning this shit wasn’t up to me. It was already written.

Seven days of defying the pre-written text I was supposed to follow had only done harm. No good had come from it, other than rescuing a slew of young girls who had no idea about the potential danger of Dyson.

I claimed the spot reserved for those who were utilizing valet. I didn’t have a ticket and I didn’t give a fuck. For the attendant’s sake, who was looking at me with curious eyes, and hers, Eden had better make her way out of the door sooner than later.

On the hood of my whip, I prepared for the inevitable.

Still waiting for this nigga. My thoughts angered me.

Just as I debated going inside to pull her pretty ass out of the door by that damn ponytail, long legs in black satin rushed out.

She deserves silk.

At the sight of me, Eden’s mouth widened and everything around us came to a screeching halt.

Be still.

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