Page 51 of Pitiful Lies

Body.

Heart.

And Soul.

I want to own her. To consume her. To nourish her. I want to be the only fucking thing she needs.

Sick? Maybe.

But I am what I fucking am.

So, yeah, I left her and me both unsatisfied to prove a point.

Giselle isn’t some fuck. She’s more than that.

And I am going to show her, starting with this dinner.

“You eat sushi, right?”

“It’s my favorite,” she replies with a smile, and I grin, too.

Of course, I know it’s her favorite. But I’ll take the sheer delight I see in her pretty green eyes as a victory.

I already asked Anna a million questions about her best friend over the past couple of months. Practically harassed the poor woman.

I’m not sure why she told me anything at all except for the fact I was so damn persistent. There was also the fact she threatened to have Nico cut my balls off if I hurt her friend.

Quite the little spitfire our queen is.

“Don’t touch that door, Koukla,” I tell Giselle when I see her go for the handle.

She knows better than that. But maybe she doesn’t, and that’s my fault. This woman deserves to be treated like a queen.

My queen.

I may have fucked it up before, but I’m better than that, and I mean to show her.

She sits there waiting for me and I realize I have yet to move. What can I say?

The woman turns my brains to utter mush.

My cock, though?

That she makes hard as fucking diamonds.

“We going inside or what?” Koukla teases.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” I mutter and exit the driver’s side and jog around to help her out, tossing my keys to the valet.

“This place is nice,” she whispers, and I nod.

It is nice. And it is somewhere I should have taken her before.

As much as it pains me to admit, Giselle was not wrong when she said we never did things when I picked her up from Florida.

I mean we did things. But I never took her out.

There’s no excuse. I mean, it’s not like I was just gonna come out and say I couldn’t control myself around her.

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