Page 84 of Lethal Vows

Considering how scared Andreas looked the last time I saw him, I didn’t think he would be offering me a bonus anytime soon.

“Thank you,” I reply to Mr. Luca as he leaves.

The doorman watches him leave and then turns back to me. “He doesn’t look like your usual type,” he says with a low chuckle. This man has been here since before I moved into the building, and so curiosity gets the better of me.

“And what does myusual typelook like?” I ask with a sly smirk.

“The type that’s no good for you. My daughter went through the same phase.” He rolls his eyes, and I can’t help but laugh. He might not be wrong. Before Crue, I suppose the type of men I dated were, in comparison, quite mundane. Not that I ever saw them again.

Where I once considered Crue a season or even a bad-boy phase, I’m not so sure anymore. What I do know is that I don’t like it when another man gives me flowers or champagne.

CHAPTER55

Rya

He’s here.

I just know he is.

Before I even step into my apartment, I can smell him. I walk in to find Crue on my couch, watching television. As soon as he notices me stepping into the room, he stands.

“Why were you gone all night?” Crue asks. “And who gave you those?” He eyes the flowers and champagne.

“I should have known the moment another male is on the scene, you’d smell it like a bloodhound.”

His gaze turns dark and threatening. “Whogave those to you?”

“Why are you here?”

“Waiting for you. Please get dressed. We have plans today.”

“Are you sure your mother would approve of that?”

“Do I look like a man who cares what his mother thinks?” Crue raises a brow, his gaze scanning over me and stopping at my ankle. “You’re still wearing my anklet.”

I realize that I forgot to remove it.

“It’s coming off.”

“Keep it on. For today at least.”

“I need to shower.” I turn toward my bedroom and yell over my shoulder, “You can show yourself out.” When I get to my room, I undress before I turn the shower on and step in. I wash, then turn to rinse my face and find him watching me. “Why are you still here? Didn’t I tell you to leave?”

“I told you I have plans with you today.”

“What’s so urgent?” I ask, rinsing myself off. When I step out, he hands me a soft, white fluffy towel. I wrap it around myself and catch it at the top, but he catches my waist as I try to pass him.

“Wear a dress today.”

My nose scrunches up at the order in his voice, so defiant as ever I ask, “Why?”

His gaze drops to my anklet again. “So I can see that.”

I shake my head at his request, and when I try to pull away again, he leans in and kisses me. This man steals my breath and any rational thought along with it. His lips touch the corner of my mouth, and he kisses me softly.

“I planned to do a lot of dirty things to you last night,” he relays against my lips.

“Like?” I turn toward him. My body hungers for him. But fuck me. How long can I do this to myself? This back and forth. This to and fro. I literally went to the one place where I thought he couldn’t find me last night to what? Fuck him again the next day. This makes no sense.

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