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“Kaleb,” I beg him. I needed him. It was almost painful, this ache between my legs,

“I need, I need-” the words come out desperate and I’m completely shocked when he takes a step away, refusing me, his eyes turning even darker.

“Remember this. Remember this pain. This yearning.” He whispers before taking another step away from me.

“And remember that I denied you. I left you wanting. I left you in pain.” He takes another step away from me and I can feel my heart breaking from the distance. Like our hearts are attached by a string and every step he took threatened to yank it from my chest. The pain nothing short of disastrous.

“Remember what it feels like to have your heart frozen and then you might know what you put me through this afternoon when you left unprotected.” His hands reach for his heart like he could grasp it and rip it out of his chest, as if he too could feel the pain threatening to bring me to my knees,

“After all that was not our deal.” The words are final and I know there is no room for argument from this Kaleb. No, this Kaleb was the one whose crown glistened in the underworld. This Kaleb thrived in his world of crime and it's easy to see how he’s survived many years as king of his own underground criminal empire.

“Don't leave them.” He whispers and then he's gone. Storming out of the exhibit. His frame nothing but an imposing shadow on polished floors and I’m left gasping once more. Like a drowning fish without water. Lips pouting and dry from the loss of him.

My sneakers squeak on the empty exhibits floor and I’m left wondering if he would always charge away like this. If he would strike like a bolt of lightning and leave me with the flames. Leave me with the ashes of my heart that was not his to take and yet somehow had ended up in his hands.

The sight of his backside, sculpted enough to drive me mad, fills my eyeballs and I’m left wondering if I would continue to let him walk away.

Continue to let him leave me.

That thought doesn't scare me. Let him leave if that is what he wishes. Let him crawl away to the dark cave monsters like him abide in.

What scared me was how much my heart hurt.

And it's that thought that could kill me if I let it.

If I let the monster sink his claws into me.

And devour my heart.

Chapter 17

Kaleb

My head was screwed on backwards.

Everybody knew that.

I knew that. My friends knew that. Hell my parents sure as hell didn't waste an opportunity to remind me.

And yet I couldn't stop the little green-scaled monster from crawling its way into my thoughts and coating them with a residue others might presume to be guilt.

Guilt for leaving.

Guilt for leaving her of all people.

But thankfully I was a prick and was able to squash that feeling with the heel of my boot and live another day as the asswipe the world knew me to be.

The world needed me to be.

At least in my world anyways.

She had deserved it. At least that was the lie I was feeding myself every morning along with my fruit loops (A cereal I most certainly did not start eating after I discovered a certain blonde pixie had the taste for it).

She had deserved it even if leaving her there, wet and aching for me, had been enough to shred my self-control to smithereens. I didn't want her but there was no denying that my body was attracted to her.

No fuck that, my body craved her.

Every night this week I had woken up at three in the morning, hard as fuck, only to come on my sheets to thoughts of her full lips wrapped around my dick. I even dreamed of her. Thoughtless strings of her voice that carried me through the night. She had driven me past the point of sanity that blonde siren. Slammed into my life like a semi-truck that smashed my brain matter and turned all common sense to goo.

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