Page 56 of All Your Lies
We stand there, wrapped in each other’s embrace until Brad’s engine breaks the silence and fades into the distance.
Once the coast is clear, I glance up at Gage, irritated as hell. “Looks like I won’t be going back to that job.”
He takes hold of my hand and pulls me in what I’m assuming to be the direction of his car.
“First of all, fuck that piece of shit. Second, your job is by my side.”
“No,” I say as I pause in front of his blacked-out Mercedes.
Gage heaves out a sigh. “No, what?”
“No, to whatever idea you have of us. I’ll run my dad’s business, but I won’t be doing it with you.”
“You will, as my wife.”
“No.”
With a gleam in his eye, he corners me, his gaze intense and unwavering. His wall of a body presses me against the side of his car, sending a chilling sensation through my body.
Retrieving the necklace from between my breasts, he spins the chain with a mischievous smile.
“The date of our wedding,” he says with a smug grin.
“You gave this to me way before I agreed to marry you,” I say, looking at the date inscribed for a couple of weeks from now.
“Because I knew it would happen. Just accept it. Accept us.” His eyes, filled with desperation, plead with me to accept our marriage and him, but I still have my doubts.
When I say nothing, Gage’s hands snake around my neck and squeeze as his eyes bore into me. “There will never be anyone besides me. Accept that shit.”
His lips, warm and insistent, crush against mine.
A better woman would have pushed him away, but I’m not a better woman.
I rest my hands against his muscular chest as I surrender to his tongue dancing against mine. As our kiss grows more urgent, his hands release my neck and find their way into my hair, where they grip the strands roughly.
A gentle moan escapes my lips as his knee presses against the sensitive space between my thighs. “That’s it, baby. Let me give you what you need.”
A dizzying, fluttering swarm of butterflies erupts within me as the weight of reality hits. This is the first time I feel Gage kissing me. Not the mystery man he was. Just Gage. And it feels phenomenal.
It makes every touch of his body against mine more intense.
“Well, Rosie, I guess she’s safe from the fire we were so worried about. Or is she?” Jenna says from somewhere close.
My eyes spring open, and I attempt to push Gage away.
“Fuck off, you two. This only concerns her and me, and we aren’t done yet,” Gage says, gazing down at me.
“This is done,” I say while trying to push him away.
“The fuck it is,” Gage says as he goes in for another kiss.
“Give her to us, Romeo. We have festivities to attend to for your sister,” Jenna says.
He must weigh her words because his face dips, and he pecks my lips before leaning in further. His soft lips rest against the shell of my ear. “This, us, will never be done.”
Then, he pushes off the car, walks around to the driver’s side, and leaves without saying another word while I stand here disoriented, confused, and hot as hell.
“How was your date?” Rosie teases.
