Page 20 of His Cursed Heart

“Miss-“ He tries to talk, but I block him.

“And you’re holding that umbrella like it can melt him. Doesn’t his royal ass like sun and warmth?”

“Ivan, give me the star head screw.” A male voice that I would recognize wherever it is heard from somewhere under the car.

Ivan moves quickly to give his boss what he asked

for, while I look at the long legs that are not under the car.

Legs that show how muscular they are even through jeans.

I turn slowly so that the pair of heels I'm wearing cannot be heard on the asphalt, but his voice is heard again.

“Where are you going in such a hurry, Althea?”

“Away from you, Keaton.” I turn slowly and when my eyes meet his green ones, I can feel my jaw tighten.

His upper body is on full display and the tattoos are shining under the sunlight. Big arms that can lift this car easily, an eight pack of abs that have sweat and some black oil on them.

“Move that umbrella over her. I think the sun messed up her mind.” Ivan does that.

“I’m perfectly fine.” I snap at him. His black hair is messy and his shoulders have some white scars that I can bet were because of a knife.

“So, you are eye-fucking me in front of your house, because you just want to.”

“Eye-fucking you? Does your ego want some attention?” I get closer to him, until Ivan is standing between us. “I wanted to discover what girls find attractive at you.”

“And?”

“Disappointing.”

“Hmm.” His smirk is sending a wave of feelings down my stomach. He reaches inside his back pocket of the jeans, and takes out a pack of cigarettes.

My lungs are instantly burning from the need to smoke a cigarette.

I don’t smoke when it’s daylight, that can give my Papa a reason to beat the living shit out of me.

Keaton looks at me with narrow eyes and then he’s handing me the pack.

With so much effort, I murmur a ‘no’.

Ivan is looking at us like we might explode at some point, and I wonder if his hand went numb or not, because he is still holding that damn umbrella.

“My favorite people in one place.” I’m pretty sure Allan’s voice wake the dead.

He went straight to Keaton and wrapped him hand around his boss’s neck.

“You want to die?” Keaton asks him deadly, but Allan ignores him.

“Who is ready to party? Because I can’t wait to bury my face in some Italian tits.” We all look at him with serious faces.

“Why party?” Is someone’s birthday?

“What do you mean? It’s the last week of you two being single!”

Oh, please no.

“Be prepared for the wildest bachelor party in the world.”

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