Page 2 of Love Defies Us

Like he knows my secrets.

I drown in the depths of his eyes.

Felix was brought up in wealth. But unlike any rich person I’ve met, he doesn’t flaunt it, nor dress like it. He’s a chameleon, blending in with the middle and lower class while his father owns half of Atlanta’s real estate. My parents bought their manor from him a few years back. Felix is a mystery, and moody and broody at times. Maybe that’s why I want him. Out of all his bandmates, he’s the nicest. In fact, he’s the glue that keeps them together.

I need to find that diary fast.

“Why would it be in here?” He lifts his thick eyebrow, his mouth twitches, and he folds his arms across his chest.

I lean against the dresser, twisting my expensive watch around my wrist. He turns me into a puddle of lust and ball of jitters at the same time. “It was the last place I saw it when we had a meeting earlier.”

His cologne invades my nostrils. He’s smells like sap from pine tree.

“It’s rude to go through people’s shit.” His words fire at me, and guilt coils in my stomach like a snake. His eyes sweep over my legs, then my breasts, then back to my eyes. Lust burns so much in his eyes that it can melt down this whole arena. He’s every bit of a lion ready to pounce on his prey

I’m not ugly. I’m beautiful. My mother used to tell me when I was growing up that I was blessed with such beauty to kill off the male population.

My eyes are the same color as coal, and I have toned legs thanks to my workouts, four times a week. I’m fun-sized, and my skin is smooth and ivory.

We stare at each other as if we’re two warriors holding up our shields, ready for war.

“I wasn’t going through your stuff. I was backtracking my steps.”

I glance down at my watch. “You have to be on stage in ten minutes. Chop, chop.” I snap my fingers. “You don’t want to piss off your fans.” My tone is light as a feather.

Then I tug on his rock-hard bicep and avoid eye contact, not letting him see the excitement glinting in my eyes. Goosebumps make their debut onto my arms as my head feels lighter than a balloon. I look forward to watching them perform; their performances stir deep emotions inside me and tug at my gut so that I’ve teared up a few times. And I’m not much of a crier, either.

“Whoa, hold your horses, Thumbelina.” His smile brightens up the room and steals the breath out of my chest. His smile is cool drops of rain licking my heated skin. “Meet me at my house tonight. So I can lick your clit until you’re screaming my name.” His words touch me in places that I want him to caress.

“Not happening.” I shake my head and chew on the end of my index finger, smearing red lipstick on my finger.

I’m not in the business to lose my virginity right now, I’m too focused on becoming CEO of my dad’s company, and Felix would be a distraction. A sexy, delicious, distraction I don’t need.

He gives me a shit-eating grin and his eyebrows draw together, hooking his finger on my belt loot. “Are you sure about that?”

“Absolutely.” My confidence is faker than breasts implants.

He showcases his panty-dropping smirk. “We’ll see.”

“Arrogant doesn’t look good on you.”

I roll my eyes so hard they might fall out of their sockets. With my hand still glued to his hard bicep, I give it a light squeeze because I love the way the hardness feels under my fingers. The most attractive part on a man is his arms.

He tilts his head to the side. “Playing hard to get doesn’t suit you. You think I don’t notice the fire that burns between us. The burning need to rip each other’s clothes off and fuck each other until we’re out of breath. You’re hot for me.”

My cheeks burn and heat spreads across my face like wildfire.

He pulls my belt loop and my body crashes to his hard chest. Excitement jolts through me. And I want to lie my head on his chest and wrap my arms around his waist. He gazes down to my lips then he bites his. My chest clenches and my panties are damper than the Chattahoochee River. How can he make a simple lip bite so sexy?

“You’re hot, Felix. Every woman with a pulse knows you are. Ninety-nine-point nine percent of the women’s population wants to fuck you.” My tone comes out matter of fact. And the corner of his lips curls up into a gigantic smile. Dimples dig into his cheeks making him look boyish.

He let’s go of my belt loot and we leave the tiny room and I exhale loudly. If I stayed in that room, I would’ve passed out. We rush past the security and technical team and make it to the stairs that’s connects to the stage. He rushes past me, swaggering across the stage as thousands of people chant.Gods. Gods. Gods.

I stand by the black curtains witnessing women screaming at the top of their lungs with tears in their eyes, throwing their panties on the stage. Others hold poster signs in remembrance of their late band member Natasha Cohen. Cameras click and flash. People holds their phones in the air wanting to hold the performance in their hearts forever.

Felix hits his sticks on the drums. The rest of the band plays their instruments as Easton’s god-like voice booms through the mike and the fans lose their shit. And butterflies bloom in my stomach and my soul is lifted off the ground as the dark music vibrates through my bones.

The Wakening of Gods gives their fans what they want.

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