Page 72 of Sinful Desires
I slipped a hand behind her neck, unclasped the necklace, and pulled it off, then fastened it around my own throat beneath my shirt. Hidden, but mine now.
My hand hovered over her cheek again. Then it dropped to her hair. A low curse slipped from my lips as I pulled out my phone, typinghow to braid hairinto YouTube.
I followed the video as best as I fucking could, braiding it for the first time, tugging tighter than I probably should have, but I wanted it to hold. When I was done, I leaned back, breath uneven, eyes dragging over every inch of her.
One last look.
She had called me her star in the darkness, never knowing she was the shooting star that had torn through my sky the night I’d meant to die.
“À dieu, mon étoile filante.” Then I walked out.
Before I stayed.
Chapter
Twenty-One
“I am looking for the one I can’t fool.”
? Kamand Kojouri
Scarlett
“No kiss? Gosh, Scar! Who turned off your hoe setting?”
I groaned as I grabbed the cigarette from Victoria’s lips and brought it to mine, inhaling while little Georgino, Angelo’s devilish Pomeranian, tore through the garden like a furry missile. He chased squirrels up trees, whining every time they escaped.
A few early spring leaves shivered in the breeze, blooming pale green across the branches.
Angelo had left in a rush two nights ago for Boston with Jade, something about Lake Kendrick, or maybe Patrick. I didn’t catch it. I was half asleep when he’d called to say he was dropping his baby off for the weekend.
His driver had let him into my apartment early this morning, and he’d come straight to my bed, licking my face until I gave in.
Honestly, there were worse ways to wake up.
Feeling bad that he didn’t have any green space to tear through, I’d packed a bag and headed to Alexsei and Caia’s house, tucked deep in the suburbs of New York. They’d flown back to Moscow for their anniversary and weren’t returning for two weeks.
The place was empty, quiet, perfect.
I sighed. “I know, Vic. I think I caught?…?morals.”
She’d left for Christmas break to visit family in Korea, stayed longer to work with Prada in Seoul, and had finally come back last night. I basically begged her to come with me for the weekend.
Naturally, she’d said yes. All it took was bribing her with my new Dior bag, and suddenly I was her favorite person again.
She pouted. “I was expecting filth, not some G-rated tale of you chickening out. Tragic, really. Honestly, I might have to take one for the team and ride him myself. That man is way too hot to be wasted.”
I saw red at the thought of her touching him.
Or any woman, for that matter.
Honestly, if a nun so much as brushed his arm, I might set something on fire.
Her eyes slid toward the back of the garden near the guest house, whereMister Assholehimself was doing pushups on the stone path. Not shirtless this time, thank God, but he wore a tight black long-sleeved top and matching black cargo pants that still made me clench like a virgin in Vegas.
I swear, this man was the reason I had emotional blue balls.
“Stop. He said noonceand my libido’s been crying ever since.”
