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He felt it, too…

“Stay,” he whispers darkly.

This is a bad idea.

He is a bad idea.

A larger than life one.

ARIANNA

We Meet Again

“You are an idiot, but you’re my idiot.

No one fucks with you but me.” -A

Feeling a sudden wave of heat spread through my body, I shake my arm from his strong grip then I step away from him, not because I fear him but because I am not able to get a hold of all the feelings stirring in the pit of my stomach from being this close to him.

Christ, how is it possible to feel so much at once and not know what it all means?

Hate.

Fear.

Anger.

I am very well acquainted with those, but everything else I have been feeling lately…

I have no clue.

Excitement.

Curiosity.

Warmth…

When I am on the other side of the room, and far away from him, I can breathe without difficulty. Why it is that the handful of times I have been around Sebastian Kenton, I can’t catch my breath?

It is as if he is stealing it all for himself.

The gigantic ass.

Looking at him, I notice his eyes drop down the length of my body and stop on my thighs. The oversize shirt I am wearing falls right above the top of my naked thighs. His stare is heated, but not in a way that suggests he’s being a creep but, in the way that he’s assessing me as he would an opponent which I guess I am to him.

Likewise.

The sound of a door clicking shut reminds me that both Benjamin and Ellaiza are gone, and I am left alone with a man who is looking at me as if he would like nothing more than to wrap those large hands of his around my throat and squeeze until all life slips from me.

What is his deal? He should be thanking me for getting rid of that dumbass nanny he had looking out for his kid. Although I wonder who is the bigger idiot, the nanny or the man that hired her?

He doesn't say anything for a full minute and then his eyes return to mine from across the room. “Dare I ask what you find amusing about this situation, princess?” Something has changed. Before he used to call me princess and his tone was always dripping with disdain and mockery, but this time it feels different. Almost personal I would say.

I respond the same as I would to anyone else when they try to give me nicknames I care little for. “My name is Arianna. We’ve established this before.” I stand straight, meeting his icy stare head-on. “Use it.” I snap.

Sebastian’s full lips split into a cruel smile that instead of making him look ugly and condescending, does the opposite.

He is so handsome, and it is not fair.

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