Page 71 of Her Dark Angel

“Fuck!” I shout as an orgasm washes over me with so much force my vision blurs at the edges and my head feels dizzy.

If I weren’t holding onto the wall, I would’ve fallen to my knees for the little devil.

As I lift my head off the wall, my chest heaving for fresh air in the steamy space, I see my cum sliding down the wall in front of me, a reminder of what I just did. Although I feel lighter after coming, I can’t help but clench my fists as a tidal wave of frustration crashes over me, sending my fist flying into the tiled wall. It wasn’t hard enough to crack the tile, but it sure as hell hurt like a bitch.

I run my hands through my wet hair, tugging at the roots and fighting the urge to shout.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Never in my life have I jerked off to the images of a woman in the shower like that. What am I, a teenage boy?

I need to get a fucking grip.

Kinsley said we can’t keep doing what we’re doing, and I’ve accepted that, but it seems my body has a mind of its own because she is all I can fucking think about and it’s driving me insane.

I don’t know what it is about those sweet doe eyes or her calming voice that makes it hard for me to stay away, but I need to figure my shit out soon before I begin to fall down the hole I seem to be digging myself.

Once I fall to the bottom without a way to get out, I don’t see myself leaving. That thought alone scares the shit out of me.

“Nash.”

“Hmm,” I hum, my eyes focused on my fingers as they twist the thick silver ring on my left pointer. Sitting in such a boring ass meeting means I’ve had to find some entertainment to pass the minutes until I can leave and go home. I’m eager to get into the studio and blow off some steam.

“Have you listened to a single word I’ve said?” James asks, clearly annoyed with my lack of interest in the meeting regarding how the fake relationship with Kinsley has been going so far.

I shake my head. “Nope. Not a single word.”

When I lift my eyes, they immediately connect with the baby blue ones across the table. They’re soft and gentle like the ocean on a calm summer morning before the sun has fully risen. They bring a comfort I have found myself seeking the past few weeks, even when I don’t realize it.

Kinsley tears her eyes away from me to look at James as he asks Adam what the little devil’s schedule is like for the next couple of weeks. Something about wanting to make sure we have time to be seen out in public again.

But I’m not listening. I’m too focused on the way Kinsley’s blonde hair falls in soft waves over her shoulders and how the light pink tank top clinging to her body enhances the shape of her cleavage. I have to fist my hands on my thighs and think about how gross worms are to keep my cock at bay.

It should be illegal for someone to be as beautiful as the little devil sitting across from me. To make me feel so alive by simply gazing upon her. She shouldn’t have this much effect on me, and yet, somehow she does.

“I’m sure we can work something out,” Adam says, his eyes flicking between Kinsley and James. “The project Kinsley is working on will be wrapping up shortly, so she will be busy with that. Among other projects too. Finding a way to fit Nash into her schedule isn’t impossible, but will require some finessing. Just leave it with me, okay?”

I roll my eyes. “Didn’t realize I was such an inconvenience to the little devil here.”

Kinsley meets my eyes and frowns, confused by my bad attitude. Of course she doesn’t know she’s the reason why I’m in the worst mood possible. Not only is she plaguing my mind to the point I can’t fucking think straight and I’m wound up as tight as a goddamn yo-yo, but it’s because of her I’m in this position to begin with.

I know this whole deal is for my benefit and will help me in the long run, but it’s still messing with the routine I had gotten used to over the years. The awful fucking nightmare I woke up from didn’t help either.

“Nash, enough,” James scolds. I have to summon every fiber of my being to not lash out at him. Somehow, I manage to reign in my temper by breathing through my nose slowly, calming my racing heart. “Anyway, aside from getting you both together in public again, this stunt has been paying off massively. The demand for Dark Angel has increased tenfold in the past five weeks and we have Kinsley to thank for that. The fans love you.”

I don’t miss the way Kinsley swallows hard and forces those pretty pink lips into a smile with no warmth behind them. “I’m so glad to hear that, James. It seems this deal is going to pay off in the long run.”

I sit straighter in the chair, unable to tear my eyes away from the woman across from me. She seems… unsettled by what James said. But why? What is she hiding?

“The stunt has also boosted your popularity more than ever, Kin,” Adam adds. His smile is wide as he gently bumps his shoulder against hers. But her odd smile doesn’t change. “The number of phone calls I’ve received from modeling agencies and producers wanting you for their next projects has been overwhelming. I can only imagine what will come of this deal when it ends.”

As James and Adam continue to speak about the success of our fake relationship, all I can do is stare at Kinsley from across the table. Her doe eyes are cast down to watch as she picks the skin around her fingernails, avoiding my gaze even though I know she can feel it. The tension in her shoulders tells me she has a lot on her mind, but what? What is going through her mind right now?

I don’t know how long I sat watching her, but it was long enough that James and Adam wrapped up their conversation and said we’ll all get together soon for another check-in.

Before Adam can whisk Kinsley away, I walk around the wooden table to stand by her side.

Kinsley cranes her neck to gaze up at me with a twinge of confusion in those pretty eyes of hers. I manage to tear my gaze away to look at Adam who is equally confused. “I would like to talk to Kinsley in private for a moment if you don’t mind.”

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