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Not waiting for his reaction, I slide open the door and step outside.
The sun shines down, warming my body from head to toe as I head straight for the glass railing.
I hear footsteps behind me, but I pay him no mind.
Ezra James may have changed, but so have I.
I have been waiting for years to finally be the real me. Not this subdued version, who was a slave to my brother.
This situation may be temporary and everything could change tomorrow, but at least I can say I finally saw a glimpse of the Blaire that I once knew. Even if it is motivated by an ugly green monster.
Chapter 8
Ezra
This fucking girl.
She hasn’t spoken to me in two weeks and the moment she finally does; I want to ring her damn neck.
My piercing runs along the top of my teeth and I stare at her leaning against the glass railing. Her perfect, naked body hitting the glass and giving a show to the buildings surrounding us.
I want to mark every curve, every scar, every inch of her so that when she wakes up tomorrow, the memories of her past will fade into the distance. In its wake, a clear as day picture of what her new life being mine for the rest of eternity entails.
Picking up her discarded robe from the ground, I head outside.
Goosebumps spread across her skin as I drape the robe over her shoulders and press myself against her.
Blaire freezes and tries to push away from me, but I cage her against the railing. My head drops and my lips feather against her ear. “Jealousy looks good on you, Ivy.”
She tries to shrug the robe off, but I press my body closer to hers to keep it in place. “Do you really think that I would tattoo your name over every inch of my body if I were with someone else?”
“I am not jealous. Now go. I’m sure you have better things to do,” Ivy says through gritted teeth, her gaze still locked on the park below.
Ignoring the last part, I let out a dry chuckle. “Oh Ivy Girl, don’t you know it’s not nice to lie?”
She opens her mouth to speak, but her words fall flat when my tongue hits the shell of her ear.
As I work my tongue down her ear and onto her neck, I watch in awe as her cheeks flush. She tries to hide it, but I catch the moment she squeezes her legs together just as my teeth graze the top of her exposed shoulder.
“Ezra,” Blaire mutters, her voice low and breathy with a hint of warning.
“Yes, Ivy?” I press my hard cock into her back and adjust the robe to cover her shoulders.
It all happens within a blink of an eye.
Suddenly, Blaire turns, wraps her arms around my waist, and spins us until my back is pressed against the railing.
I barely get a glimpse at her breast before she is pressing against me, our bodies slightly leaning over the edge.
“You have two choices. Walk back inside and leave me the fuck alone. Or wave goodbye to your precious penthouse on your alternate way down to the bottom floor.”
Blaire pushes her hands into my chest and my head tilts back to see the park from this new angle.
Anyone else would be terrified, but I am not anyone. I’ve knocked on death's door countless times and delivered hundreds to the same doorstep.
Blaire Eloise Wilson is many things and the determination shining in her dark eyes fits those characteristics, but a murderer is not one of them.
At least not at this moment.
