Page 47 of Broken Beauty
Most of the pictures show Ariella when she was a toddler and then an older looking woman who looks just like Ariella.
I have never seen pictures of Ariella's mom before but I'm assuming that this is her.
Ariella's mom has long golden-brown hair and her eyes are hazel with specs of blue. I know Ariella got her eye color from her father because her eyes remind me of his cold gaze which shows no mercy to anyone.
In a few pictures I see her father but most of the pictures she has with her parents are when she was younger.
I study another picture of Ariella and her father standing side by side, smiling.
They have the same fucking smile too.
I hate it.
I feel the need to drive my fist into the wall and ruin all of these pictures that contain Ariella.
I want to erase the need that I have for her and put it all into a single punch.
“What are you doing here?” I turn my head and see Ariella leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest making her breasts pop out a little bit.
I straighten my back and walk away from the pictures. “I was invited. You didn't know?”
“No, because I am the one who did the inviting, Ash. I didn't invite you over. Leave.”
I walk towards Ariella until our chests are just a few inches away from one another. “I think I'll stay,” I say before brushing past her to walk towards the living room.
“You can't be here!” I hear Ariella yell from behind me.
“Ariella, last time I checked you don't have any authority over me,” I say as I sit down on her couch and lean into the cushions.
Ariella comes into my view, blocking the TV, and still crossing her arms over her fucking chest.
“You have no right to be here, get out.”
I take my time to admire Ariella.
She is wearing gray pajama shorts with a white tank top. Her nipples are poking through the thin material of the shirt.
I feel blood rush down to my cock and the jeans I'm wearing start to suddenly feel tighter.
All I want to do is pull her on my lap, rip that shirt off her chest and then suck and lick her breasts until they are bruised.
“How about you stop being such a brat and treat your guest with some respect?”
“You aren't a guest.” She glares at me and raises one of her eyebrows, basically telling me to get my ass out of here.
Like fucking hell.
I'm going to have some fun tonight.
Ariella and I stare at each other for a few minutes and in those few minutes it feels like time stops between us and we are back at the hotel from last summer.
I feel my eyes soften as I look at her. All of that tension and the feeling of violence leaves my body as I look at her.
Her eyes that are filled with heat and hate staring at mine calm me. Ariella in general calms me.
She could be in a room filled with thousands of beautiful people and my eyes would never leave hers.
“What's up motherfuckers!” I hear Jace yell, making the moment between Ariella and I break. I stop looking at her and turn my head and see Jace walking inside Ariella's house with a bottle of his favorite vodka and a big bag of chips. Jace looks between Ariella and then me before looking at Ariella. “Shit.”
