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Frustrated that she disappeared as soon as the service finished, I search practically the whole house until I find her in the garden.

Dressed in black with her long brown hair swaying in the wind, she is stunning up against the colors of the flowers in the garden. I want to take a bite of her. I bet she tastes exactly like she smells, exquisite.

After several moments of gazing, I step out into the garden to join her. My attraction to her grows with each step I take. I have never felt this way toward anyone, ever. It’s like she unknowingly has me under a spell. Attempting to compose myself, I rub my palms down the side of my pants. My hands are sweating; why the hell am I so nervous? Hearing my movements, her head whips around. Fuck me! I’m met with the prettiest chestnut eyes. My cock twitches at the sight. This woman is fucking gorgeous.

Her throat clearing brings me out of my gazed trance. “Can I help you?” she asks with a puzzled look on her face. Even her voice is sexy, and my cock twitches again at the sound of her. She’s going to be the death of me, I know it. She clears her throat again; this time glaring at me angrily. “Can I help you?” she repeats.

As I’m about to speak, she startles. Her hands visibly shake as her eyes go wide. The movement causes her brown hair to sway over her face. With a look of panic, she surveys her surroundings anxiously. Unaware of what’s happening, I try my best to follow her eye-line, when abruptly, she flies into my arms.

“A wasp,” she whimpers, burying her head in the crook of my neck. Without thinking, I wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her hair, breathing her in. Even just a touch from her is electric, leaving me with goose bumps. My cock pulses as it strains against my pants. Lifting her head up, she glares up at me. If I could stay forever staring into her beautiful chestnut eyes, I would get lost in them. Sudden realization comes over her as she moves back, out of my hold. “I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to… I just panicked.” She stutters, her eyes tearing up.

“What's your name, Little Wasp?”

Without answering me, her eyes roam my body, checking me out, her eyes stopping once they reach my lips. It’s only once I take a step toward her, that she answers. “I'm really sorry.” Stepping backwards as she talks. “I have to leave now. Thank you, and again, I’m so sorry.” She turns to leave and I bite back a sudden impulse to devour her right here and now. Instead, I watch as she jogs her way inside. Dumbfounded by what just happened, I stand unmoving. What just happened? Who was that? I need to know who she is. That was…she was… I’m at a loss for words, and that has never happened to me before.

I’m still lost in my thoughts of her when Tony comes up to let me know it’s time to go. Quickly, I make my way to say my goodbyes to the grieving family. I don’t normally leave while there are still people on the premises, but today I have no choice. When the old man calls, I come; no questions asked. I search the area, trying to catch a glimpse of her again before I leave, but sadly she isn’t there. I take a second to try and curb the disappointment I feel. Only once I’m sure I have my emotions intact do I head to the car where Tony is waiting for me.

He opens the passenger door for me to get in before he gets in the driver's side. “I want you to get me all the information you can on the brunette that was sitting in the seat in front of me during the service, and I want it yesterday. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir.” He grins at me, as we drive away.

“Your father requested you at the compound, should we head right over, sir?”

“I suppose,” I groan. I don’t want to go, but I don’t have a choice. “Let's get the shit show over and done with.”

We pull up at the compound and I glare over to Tony. “I want that information as quickly as possible, call me when you have everything.” He just nods as I get out of the car and head inside. My mind replays images of her, over and over: her long brown hair, her chestnut eyes, and her pale creamy skin. Her scent was what attracted me at first, but seeing her in the garden, holding her in my arms, has made me feel things no woman has ever done before. Again, my cock twitches, begging for attention. I will find you, Little Wasp; you can run, but you can't hide.

It’sexactlywhatIthought. Donovan has his eyes on Raine. His actions in the garden were unlike his normal demeanor. He has never been that way with a woman, not from what I have seen at least. He’s a total prick normally, barely even nice to anyone. Did he decide to shine up his halo suddenly? Either way, he can’t fucking have her! Whatever that was, it can’t happen again. She is mine, only mine. His family has taken enough from me. He can’t have Raine as well. Not if I can help it. I have attempted for years to get close to the Archer family. Somehow, I keep failing. Donovan is my last hope.

Silence fills the car journey home, the same way it did on the way to the funeral. There is clearly something bothering Raine. I’m still wondering if she heard me earlier in the bedroom. Is that why she’s so quiet? Or is it something or someone else that's on her mind? I need to know what happened in the garden.

As soon as we arrive back at the house, her parents say goodnight and go inside. Grabbing her attention, I motion for us both to sit on the large porch swing. She looks at me with uncertainty as she follows my direction. “You’ve been really quiet today, is everything alright with you?” I’m trying my hardest to put on my sweetest voice.

“Mm, yes, I think so.” She says, not looking at me. I ask her again, but she still doesn’t look at me, and it's starting to piss me off.

I roughly grab her chin and force her face up, not really caring if I hurt her or not. Staring straight into her eyes I ask again, “Raine, what the fuck is the matter with you? I can tell something is bothering you and it’s starting to bother me.”

“It's nothing. It has just been a really weird day, that's all,” she mumbles.

“Strange how? Does it have anything to do with the man you were cuddling in the garden?” I ask, trying to keep myself calm.

“I was not cuddling him. It was...it was just an accident, but why would that concern you?”

“Really, how the fuck do you cuddle someone by accident?” I growl, my anger seeping through before I can stop it. Retreating backwards with tear filled eyes, she ignores my question. “What did he say to you, Raine?” I search her face for answers, waiting for her response.

“Nothing much, he barely spoke, why?” She finally answers. I bite back a strong desire to strike her right in the face. She’s really pissing me off with these answers.

“Did he say anything at all to you?” I ask, breathing deeply to remain calm.

“No, nothing! I just told you! Why is this bothering you so much? Who I talk to has never bothered you before. Why are you suddenly so interested?” She yells, storming off, not looking back as she leaves.

She heads straight upstairs and right to her room. There is something there, I can feel it. But what? I’m unsure. I need to stop whatever it is. I have something I can try, and I have no doubt that it will work, it has to.

Whatinthenameof God is going on? I slam my room door shut. What is his problem? He has never bothered to care about my personal life. Ever. Now he suddenly wants to know. I need a hot shower right now, to hell with all his shit. As I start to gather my PJs from my bag, there’s a low knock on my door. “Raine?” I don't answer hoping he will go away, but he knocks again. “Please, Raine, please give me five minutes, please.”

Hesitantly answering, I open the door a small amount and peek through the gap. “I can't do this with you right now.” Gripping his fingers in the gap, he forcefully pushes the door open and stands in the doorway looking me over. The feeling of his eyes on me makes my heart beat faster, and heat rises from my core. Blushing, I try not to make it obvious how my body reacts to him, and I step backwards a few steps. He takes it as his cue to enter, gently closing the door behind himself. Moving toward my bed, he settles himself on the end.

“I'm sorry, Raine, I didn't mean to act like an asshole.” Huffing out the breath I didn't know I was holding, I make my way over to him. Placing my PJs onto the dresser on the way, I sit down beside him. It takes a few moments before he even looks at me, and as he does, I notice the pained look on his face. The sight of discomfort in his blue eyes has my heart sinking.

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