Page 75 of Venomous Vows

My whole body deflates because I didn’t know that his marriage was on its way. I heard the name Kira yesterday, but I thought it was just someone he was trying to get to know. Not someone who was already in line for the wifey spot.

Averting my gaze, I scan the room one more time for who I came for, but he’s nowhere in sight. “Enjoy your night, Adrian.”

I’m quick to spin on my feet when I hear Adrian call my name again.

I don’t stop.

I don’t look back either, hurrying my steps so I can get back outside and into my car.

“Elena.”

My pace picks up as I dodge a group of guys who look behind me and must see him coming.

Fuck.

Why he can’t just leave well enough alone is beyond me. Why he can’t just go on with his night and let me wallow in whatever the hell that was back there is just another way of Adrian fucking with my life.

The man doesn’t read the room. And if he does, he ignores it. There is no respect for space when he’s concerned. He believes he owns it the moment he ambles inside and takes over everything.

Shoving the front door open, I close it behind me, but it doesn’t slam.

That means he’s right on top of me.

I make a go for it then, sprinting around the yard, and that’s when I steal a glance over my shoulder.

And sure as shit, there’s Adrian.

In an all-black suit, he is on my ass like his is on fire. A large fountain peacefully runs in the yard and it’s huge. Something you’d see in Paris where you throw coins in and sit along the edge.

I jump into it, water soaking my leggings and shoes, but Adrian won’t follow me inside. He’ll demand my removal of it, but there’s no way he’d ruin that damn suit and come for me.

Turning around, I’m badly mistaken as I see him jump along the edge and stop, glaring at me like I purposely put him through this ordeal of following me.

I didn’t.

Definitely didn’t.

He removes a foot from the stone side and steps into the water, stalking me like prey because he’s Adrian Bernardi.

Nothing stops him from getting what he wants.

“Stop, Adrian,” I order, lifting a hand to motion him as well.

He doesn’t, shocker, and continues to stalk me around the large stone figure in the center of the fountain.

Leaning over, I splash him, hoping it’ll make him sizzle and burn from the purity of it.

You’re such a moron, Elena.

“You didn’t answer my question,piccola diavola.”

This guy.

“So you decided to jump in with me to get it?” I scoff with a shake of my head as I continue to go around the center so he can’t get his hands on me. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I wanted to make sure you didn’t drown.”

The water only comes up to my lower calves so that’s nearly impossible unless he shoved my head underneath. Which, by the look of exasperation and impatience that’s all over his face, he may.

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