Page 46 of Something Blue

“I’ll do it. But right now - you need to stay far away from me Luke.” I warn him, standing up and glaring at him with eyes that might set fire to his skin. I want him to feel the pain I’m in. To know what it’s like to have your own brother betray you like this.

But he looks away, not even man enough to hold my gaze.

I spin away from him and march out of the living room.

I march out of the entire house, out into the front yard.

“Hey.” I shout at Celso.

He stops, turning, that divine smile across his lips.

“My angel.” He says, making my heart flutter.

“What the fuck game do you think you are playing?” I demand angrily. “Who the hell do you think you are? You can’t buy me? I’m not a car. I’m not somethingyou get to throw money at and own.”

“Angel, that’s now how I see it at all. You aren’t a thing. You aren’t a toy. You are the most precious and rare and beautiful creature on this planet, and I want to marry you. I want to make you my wife so that I can spend the rest of my life with you at my side.”

I stammer, tripping over everything I had planned to say to him. I came out here to shout at him, to make sure he knows how angry I am. But his words have thrown me off. His tenderness is clouding my ability to think.

Celso steps close to me, the heat of his body brushing against mine and now I can’t breathe. “I—” I stammer. “I’m not just—” But I can’t remember what I wanted to say.

“You’re everything, my angel.” He whispers against my lips. His long fingers wrap around my jaw as he tilts my face upward. “Do you understand me?”he demands.

I nod, blindly.

His mouth locks over mine his lips move against me. I gasp, a wild heat running through my entire body as I lean towards him. He pulls me closer with his hand against my lower back. He moves, spinning me and pressing my back against the side of the car. He kisses me harder, pressing his lips against mine with more urgency. His cock is like a chiseled stone against my stomach.

I want him. I want him to take me, right here, against the car. Fuck the world and what they think of me. Fuck the campaigns and the reporters.

Celso chuckles, a delicious smooth sound that runs over me like caramel.

“You have to wait, angel. Our wedding night is coming soon.” He says, stepping back. My eyes drop to his cock and widen at the sheer size of it. I felt it, but seeing the outline pressed against his pants, running down his left thigh, I swallow hard. He laughs again.

“I’ll see you soon.” He says, spinning me away from the car and climbing inside. I can’t move or speak or do freaking anything.

I’m furious and turned on - and more confused that I have ever been in my life.

What the fuck is going on right now?

Celso opens his window and reaches out to touch me, sparks shoot between us. “Go inside, beautiful girl.” He says and I nod. “Ok.” I mutter. Then, obediently I turn back towards the house and walk inside - wondering how he has the power to command me like that. The heat between my legs suggest he has a lot of power over me. A desire so intense I never dreamed it was possible to experience something like this.

I walk upstairs to my old bedroom and sit down on the edge of the bed, blinking at the wall, trying to come to terms with everything going on.

Am I going to marry Celso Vece?

And through my overwhelming anger - is that excitement pulsing beneath the surface? How ridiculous is this? It’s too crazy.

I can’t - I won’t - I don’t understand.

In the back of my mind a thought is teasing at me. It’ll be a wild adventure. And I’ve been longing for freedom and something exciting. I’vebeen longing to feel alive, to be loved and desired.

But this is too much.

I stand up, huffing and throwing my hands in the air. “I’ve lost my fucking mind.” I say to no one.

“Neve?” Luke says, standing in the doorway. “Can we talk?”

I walk over to him, shooting knives from my eyes as I glare at him - and slam my bedroom door in his face.

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