Page 107 of Adoration: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 2)

I turned my eyes to her, challenging her to say anything. She didn’t seem scared, just tired.

“That was a shitty move,” was all she said.

“Let’s go.” I pulled her along. She was smart to follow, although I noted she threw a quick backward glance at Callen to ensure he was fine.

I gritted my teeth, furious that she cared to check whether he was fine. I wanted to fuck her hard in the alleyway just to show her who she belonged to. I wanted to fuck her till Callen was out of her system, out of her mind, forgotten forever.

Damn it, this woman will cost me all my sanity.

Chapter Forty-Five

Liberty

Callen was already getting up off the floor so he must be fine. His eyes met mine and held worry. He acted as if he was going to come after us. I shook my head, stopping him in his tracks and mouthed it was all alright.

I couldn’t understand what possessed Alexander to act like a caveman. His driver was waiting for us, of course, illegally parked. He must have sensed the dangerous mood Alexander was in and scrambled to open the door for us.

As soon as we were seated in the car, he shut the divider, giving us privacy from the driver.

“That was beyond rude, Alexander,” I accused him. “What is your problem with Callen?”

“I don’t give a shit about Callen,” he gritted, and I sensed he was barely keeping his temper under control.

“Clearly,” I muttered under my breath.

“What were you doing with him?” he asked.

I shrugged my shoulder, annoyed he was questioning me. Today was too much. Besides, Alexander should have known Callen would eventually call if he was going after his company.

“Why are you going after his company?” I answered instead. I glanced out the window, noting we were going opposite from Brandon’s daycare. I sat up straight, Callen forgotten. “Alexander, we have to pick up Brandon. Tell your driver-“

“Maxim is picking him up,” he cut me off.

“I don’t know if they’ll let him,” I told him worried. I didn’t want him to be the last kid waiting for his parents. “I haven’t had a chance to add anyone to the pickup list.”

“I called them and they assured me he can pick him up,” he spoke calmly now. “And they added him to the list of people who are authorized to pick him up.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

Conversation from my lunch with Alexander’s father came back to me. God, I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I’d start hyperventilating any second. I needed time to process it all. The whole day has gone to hell.

I glanced over at Alexander, his stoic face unreadable, but his cold blue eyes were on me, and his whole posture was distant. I wished I could turn the switch on and off like he did. I needed that right now before panic swallowed me. Keeping my eyes on him, I concentrated on him. I wanted the calm only he could seem to bring me. I wanted to touch him, feel his heartbeat under my hand. I needed his mouth, his hands… I wanted to forget everything I found out today.

“Where were you all day?” he asked. “Were you with Callen all afternoon?”

“No.” My voice sounded slightly breathless thinking about his hands on me. “I literally met him five, ten minutes ago tops, before you came barging in like some Neanderthal. I wished you at least waited to crash the party till after I got some food.”

His watchful gaze on me, I felt like he was debating whether to believe me or not. Alexander was the only one that flared my anger like this. There was so much I found out today, I needed time to process it all. I needed quiet time to process it all alone, connect all the dots and thoughts that were swirling in my mind, making my brain a tangled mess.

“What is your problem with him anyhow?” I asked him frowning, focusing on the easier topic at hand. Then I realized he never answered my earlier question. “And why are you going after his publishing company?”

He wouldn’t answer the question. I knew it even before I finished the question. Instead, he pulled me hard to him, and his mouth crashed on mine. The kiss was fervent, desperate.

A sane person would have pushed him away, told him to go to hell. But I wasn’t sane anymore. Instead, I fisted his shirt, desperate to have him close. Everything and everyone diminished, the only thing that mattered was his brutal kisses, his tongue invading my mouth. I slid my hands into his hair and gave the kiss everything I had. My whole body trembled for him, for him to fuck me hard and senseless, the way only he knew to do. I wanted him to make me forget everything until I could collect my thoughts enough to process things. His arm was around my waist, pressing me tight against him. I could feel his hard cock against me.

Circling my arms around his neck, I pulled him closer. I wanted to feel his body against mine. He had me pinned against him, my heavy breaths matching his. His lips were on my neck, his hands gripping my waist tightly. I ground my hips into his rock hard shaft, relishing the feel of him against me.

He lifted my dress up, pushing my panties to the side and the moment his hand palmed my pussy, the moan I had been holding back escaped my lips. He slipped two fingers inside me, and my body shuddered instantly.

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