Page 53 of Pitiful Lies

I kind of like this side of him. And I know I shouldn’t. That I should keep my guard up. But it’s so damn nice to go out with a good-looking man whose attention seems all for me.

This place is expensive and exclusive. There are beautiful people filling every table, and I’ve noticed more than one pair of eyes taking him in from head to toe.

I don’t blame them. How often does a man like him walk through any door? He’s enormous, handsome, and with those tattoos and the thick gages he has in his ears tonight, he looks like sin personified.

I know from Maria that Luc has some pretty kinky body piercings, and I wonder. I mean, yes, technically we’ve had sex. But it’s always been rushed and half-clothed.

I’ve felt him. Touched him. But I’ve never seen Angel completely naked.

And I want to. I want him under bright lights so I can inspect every inch, memorize every detail.

Hell.

I think it’s safe to say I have a very strong preoccupation with this man.

But I’m trying to break old habits here, and even though I am a bit miffed, he denied me an orgasm earlier, I am beginning to understand.

Maybe he’s trying to woo me this time.

Hope sparks deep inside me, but I’m still afraid to grasp it.

“Your thoughts are loud, Koukla. Talk to me,” he says, and his command is clear.

“What? Oh. Nothing. This is nice,” I say, relenting under his brazen stare.

“Glad you like it.”

He turns the conversation, and we talk about family.

“So it’s just you and Resa?” he asks.

“Yeah. Mom and Dad wanted more children, but two girls were enough, or so my father always says,” I joke.

I always feel like a bad sister and daughter for trying to have my own life. Starting my own business. Moving out when I was just out of school. But independence is important to me.

Funny how, with Angel, all I want is the opposite.

I don’t want to be independent of him. I want him to possess me. And I am not sure how to feel about that.

Does it make me weak or stupid or what?

I really don’t know. But denial is getting tougher the longer we do this.

“What about you? Brothers or sisters?” I ask.

“Nah. Nico and Luc are my blood brothers, and Nico is my first cousin. But with Yiayia gone, that’s it for family. Well, now I got a baby cousin, too, I guess,” he says and grins at the mention of Nico and Anna’s son.

“So, you’re close to your sister?”

“Resa is like seven years younger, so not as much as maybe other siblings. But I mean, I would do anything for her,” I tell him.

“Of course you would.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“You’re the most loyal, giving person I know. The way you stormed into the Den that first time, ready to take a piece out of me,” he shakes his head and chuckles.

“In my defense I thought you were Nico,” I say, and my cheeks are burning.

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