Page 24 of Adoration: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 2)

Watching Liberty on the dance floor had been pure torture. Men of all ages were staring at her with hungry eyes, but she was lost in her world; focused on the song, her friends, and dancing. She almost seemed carefree.

Fuck, she was too young for me!

She twirled on the floor to some country song I had never heard before but she seemed to love it. Another few twirls and she stopped, trying to focus her eyes and the moment her hazel eyes met mine, surprise flashed in them. And then as if feeling the pull between us, she kept walking towards me, her friends forgotten.

Without her guard up, I could see desire in her hazel eyes. She fought it, didn’t want it, but it was there. I didn’t expect to see her tonight but was more than happy about the turn of events. Calling Elizabeth was a mistake. From the moment I picked her up, she went straight to work hoping to seduce me. She did nothing for me; if she paraded naked in front of me, I’d feel nothing around her. But Liberty Rain Smith on the other hand, from the moment I laid eyes on her made me feel all sorts of things and thoughts of any other women faded.

All three of them were way past drunk and I gently nudged Liberty out of the club. She had to be very drunk to follow my lead, then had abruptly stopped, realizing she missed her song.

As her body leaned against mine, her small curves fit perfectly against me. I had to stay still or risk losing my cool. I wanted to ravish her lips, feeling her mouth pressed against mine. I wanted to touch her body and feel all her curves. Her lips were soft as she pressed a kiss against my cheek. She smelled of clean spring rain and flowers, her warm sweetness created an urge to pull her into me, but I stayed still. I had to.

“I might even dance with you.” Her voice was silk, a promise I would make her fulfill.

“What?” Her friend was in shock and Liberty’s gaze left me as she turned to her friends. “You said you were saving this song for someone and something special. You wouldn’t even dance with Callen to that song.”

Good, I thought with the satisfaction.And I will see to it that she never dances with Callen again.

This woman was making a jealous man out of me.

“Oh,” her sister giggled drunkenly. “Livy is in trouble.”

She turned her eyes to me and then back to them. “I have to move on. Right, Lena? I have to start somewhere and he’s hot. Maybe I should just sleep with him? Should I start there?”

My cock stiffened at the offer. If she wasn’t this drunk, I’d think she was purposely torturing me. Her soft skin, her smell, her body against mine… it made me want to take her home alone and ravish her till she remembered nobody before me and nobody after me.

She didn’t know it but she would start and end with me. Because now that I knew she felt the same desire, there would be nobody else for her.

Elizabeth was raging next to me, suggesting they just take a cab. There was no way in hell I would let her get into a cab in her condition.

It was about time I came up with a plan. I wanted to explore this desire sizzling between us. How could I make her stop fighting it? I was done fighting it. It would seem I was just as much of a lost cause as my father was over his woman. Although I knew whatever this was between us was doomed the moment Liberty found out my role in the purchase of her mother’s publishing company.

For now though, this woman was mine, and she would flirt only with me from now on.

Chapter Fourteen

Liberty

Alexander had a driver waiting for him with a limo, who seemed slightly shocked to see his boss come out of the club with four women. When we got into the limo, Alexander situated himself next to me, his body touching mine, his warmth enveloping my body.

“We never went home with a stranger before,” Lena blurted out.

“I did. But he’s not a stranger,” Layla reasoned drunk. “Livy is sleeping with him.”

“I am not,” I exclaimed. “Tell them,” I looked to Alexander for backup, but all he did was frown. My drunk heart skipped a beat at that handsome face.

“Then why can’t I have him,” Layla asked, her voice pouty, trying to grab Alexander’s arm, but missing it in her drunken state.

Just to ensure she didn’t try to grab his hand again, I took it and pulled it away from her. “No, Layla,” I told her, Alexander’s date cursing like crazy at us.

“Layla,” Lena tried to reason with both of us. I guess she wasn’t as drunk as two of us. “You have to stop obsessing over rich men. Livy isn’t sleeping with him. She is trying to get over Callen.”

“I am over him,” my eyes snapped to two of them.

“Then why are you not dating anymore since Callen,” Layla slurred and I stuck my tongue at her.

“You three are crazy,” Alexander’s date spat out angrily, and all three of us answered at once in unison.

“Thank you,” and just like that we started giggling again, me still holding on to Alexander’s hand.

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