Page 91 of Misguided Vows

His gaze lifts to mine, and he licks his lips, but he seems temporarily lost for words for once. I laugh and roll my eyes. Great, more head fuckery. It’s certainly starting to make Steven look like a fucking treat.

A cruel smile tilts my lips. “Have you heard that all the women you fuck end up married after you?” I ask, thinking back on Steven’s words. “Maybe Steven and I will get married. Maybe he can offer me what I want, leaving no room for someone like you to be here.”

He only considers this for a moment before his quick wit takes over. “What a boring marriage that would be. I don’t think he could fuck you the way you like it,” he states blatantly.

“And what, you’re an expert on that?”

“Of course I am. I’m well acquainted with all things Alina and her body.”

I lean back, one eye twitching. “I’m sick of these games, Will. I’m not your toy. I do have a heart somewhere beneath all of this.”

“I know,” he replies solemnly, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him so quiet and reserved. The energy around us shifts as if momentarily both of our guards are down.What the fuck is happening right now?“How did you even find me? And what did you do with my date?”

“I don’t want to talk about Steven right now. I want to talk about us.”

I stumble over my next words. “Th-there is no us, Will. We made that crystal clear before I left New York. You need a new plaything to distract you, and I need…”

“What do you need?” he asks, leaning in as if everything hinges on my following words.

“Will, this is ridiculous. I’m supposed to be having dinner with another man right now. You don’t do relationships, remember?!” The older couple beside me flinch at how loud my voice is, and I reprimand myself.

“Fuck that guy!” Will has no issue with matching my tone. “What if I… What if I wanted to try to have a…relationship.”

I laugh in disbelief, and when I realize he’s serious, I laugh harder. “Will, you can’t be serious. No. We’re done. There was nothing more than just some fun between us.”

“But there is more, and you and I both know it.” There’s a lethal edge to his tone, and it snaps me out of my hysterics because I wonder… Does he know?

An unsaid tension runs between us, and I’m snapped out of it as Steven walks in, flustered. I immediately avert my gaze from Will, not entirely sure what just transpired between us. He can’t be serious. Will Walker wants a relationship? No. Surely, I heard him wrong.

“Will?” Steven says, shocked. Great. This is just fucking great. If looks could kill, Will would be six feet under. Will, on the other hand, just offers him one of his dazzling smiles.

“You’re in my seat,” Steven says adamantly.

“Oh, it seems I am. Sorry. Just saw Alina sitting all by herself, as her date was late, and figured I could steal her time.” Will stands and steps over to me. He grabs one of my hands, lifts it, and kisses the top of it, his eyes on me the whole time. I hate the effect his touch and imposing presence have on me. I hate this guy. I try to remind myself of that, but I’m not an exceptionto his charm. “You and I are not done,” he says intensely before turning and leaving.

I don’t know what to do or say. I still can’t believe he’s here and spouting nonsense about trying… trying what? A relationship between me and Will? It sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.

Steven looks pissed as he stands beside his chair territorially as if Will might take it from him again.

“I didn’t realize I was late,” Steven says, eyeing me. “I got your email today about the change of time.”

My email?

I stare at the back of Will as he walks away.

That son of a bitch hacked my email.

I’m slightly impressed but pissed at the same time.

“Sorry. I made it in earlier than I originally thought I could. I’m glad you’re here now. That was awkward,” I say, trying my best to defuse the tension forming between us.

Steven doesn’t seem convinced as he sits across from me, and he does nothing to fill the space of the man who was there only a minute ago. He’s dressed in a gray suit today. And while he looks good, he doesn’t look as good as Will, nor does my body gravitate toward his like it does Will’s. And I fucking hate acknowledging that.

Will has this air about him that he knows he’s the best in any room. And while I think that may be true in some aspects, to others it might just come off as him being an arrogant asshole.

Which he may also be considered to be as well.

But deep in my heart, I know a part of Will that they don’t get to see, and it’s that which clouds my judgment. That is reserved for a woman who no longer exists except only in memories.

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