Page 101 of Unravelling The Beast

A wide smile grows across her face, and when I return my focus to Wren, she is now staring at me with a cold-stone expression, and I don't like it. I don't like it at all.

Sara expresses herself cheerfully.

"Great! Arlo knows where to go, and it's at 7 p.m."

Wren now looks at and speaks to Sara.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was your birthday. I wish I would have known."

Sara smiles and waves her off with her hand.

"It's not until Friday, but this was the only day my favorite restaurant was available! Make sure you all dress formally."

Just as they are about to leave, I call out to my mom.

"Where's Dad?"

She pauses, her body tensing as soon as I mention him, before glancing over her shoulder at me.

"His office."

I give a slight nod before watching them walk out. Standing motionless, I think about how I'm going to spend some time with Cree, and then I plan a visit to the old cunt and get out of this Savannah bullshit.

Wren sets Cree on the floor before crouching down in front of him after closing the front door behind them.

"So, what do you want to do today, Cree?"

"Painting!"

As she stands, a broad smile spreads across her pretty face.

"I'll go and get them from upstairs, and you go to the living room and wait for me!"

Cree skips away to the living room and my attention is drawn to Wren as soon as she starts strolling in my direction, but that beautiful smile she just had has now fucking vanished, and I feel enraged by it.

When she attempts to pass me to get to the stairs, I swiftly stretch my arm out, causing her to come to a standstill.

She sighs, raises her head to look at me and speaks sternly.

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"Can I get past?”

I lower myself and whisper gently into her ear, attempting to create peace in my agitated body.

"How long will you keep this fucking stubbornness up for?"

She turns her head, catching a graze of my lips with hers, and whispers against them.

"For as long as it takes."

When her eyes connect mine again, we stare at each other for a beat, and I grind down on my teeth in frustration because all I want to do is pounce on her, show her my authority, and show her she belongs to fucking me.

Knowing she won't allow me to kiss or touch her is driving me fucking insane. I'm not sure why, but it's definitely bothering me.

Our eyes remain locked as I stand upright and move my arm down beside me, allowing her to pass. She wastes no time moving by me, and my attention follows her up the stairs, checking out her round ass while a frustrated growl rises in my throat.

When she's out of sight, I purse my lips together before entering the living room, where I find Cree clearing the coffee table to place his paints on.

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