Page 28 of Deal with the Devil

“When I take you as my wife, I’ll be taking you as my wife, Nevaeh.” He wets his lips, moving closer as he elaborates. “I won’t fuck other women, and you won’t fuck any other man.”

Other men?But what about him?Nope. Nooo. I can’t go there. It’ll only complicate things.

“But we aren’t—we won’t—this won’t be real, so we won’t?—”

He doesn’t even crack a smile as he repeats, “I won’t fuck another woman, Sunshine. And you won’t fuck another man.”

With that, he turns and walks back the way he came. I hear the door to his room close a couple minutes later. A few minutes after that, I hear the shower turn on.

I finally release the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding as I slump on the couch, pulling my phone out of my sleeve to search for dinner recipes onPinterest.

thirteen

Nevaeh

Who knew rockstars were so busy?

Kane is almost never home. Since moving in, I’ve thoroughly explored the house, apart from his studio/office, and his room.

I’m not complaining that he’s always off working, because I’ve been working, too. Taking so much time off after the attack set me back more than I thought, and I still haven’t caught up.

But I’ve been looking at the screen of my laptop for so long, I’m starting to see double, so it’s time to shut it down. Besides, I asked Kane to be home for dinner tonight, and he promised he would be.

After scouringPinterestagain for a recipe, I settledon enchiladas. Only, I decided to stick with Mom’s recipe rather than follow a new and untried to me recipe from the Internet. Mom’s enchiladas are freaking fabulous anyway, so I figure they’ll be a hit with Kane, who I have yet to see complain about anything he eats.

With the goods in the oven, I hurry to my bedroom to change into something nice. Tonight is the night I get to know my soon-to-be husband.

I’m just changing into a cute little white dress when I hear the door open and voices—voices—echoing down the hall.

My heart lurches in disappointment and alarm. Apart from Candace, we haven’t had anyone over.

Why wouldn’t he tell me he was inviting people?

I feel foolish now in my dress with my hair done in beachy waves because I let it dry in braids while I worked. I’m even wearing makeup, something I haven’t bothered with.

Urgh, I want to strip it all off, throw my hair into a bun and hide under my covers.

I’m not ready to meet his friends, because his friends are more than likely the rest of Devils Heartbreak, and ain’t no woman ready for that.

I’m reaching up behind my back for the zipper of my dress, having tugged it down, when a knock sounds on my door. I freeze, heart pounding, eyes bigas I stare at it with the kind of fear one might stare at a portal to the underworld.

Oh no. Oh God. Oh no. “Nononono.”

Now I’m struggling to pull the zipper back into place, but it’s never as easy to get the damn things up.

“Coming in, Sunshine,” Kane’s voice sounds through the door. A squeak of distress is the only thing to leave my lips as the knob twists, and he slips inside.

I freeze as though I’ve been caught in the act. In a way, I kind of have. Here I was, trying to make myself pretty for my fake—what the hell is he supposed to be? My fake fiancé? Fake boyfriend? What?

Either way, I’d been trying to doll myself up for him in the hopes of—what—I don’t even know.

Ugh. I’m a fool.

A big, overdressed, overdone fool.

His eyes do a full sweep, boiling the blood under my skin. I just know he can see the blush in every part of me, because I swear, I see the ice in his eyes melt as he comes closer.

“You pissed at me, Sunshine?”

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