I craved her.
I loved her.
Until she disappeared without a word.
I was doing just fine then she stumbles back into my life.
The sight of her has reopened old wounds.
They say it’s best to forgive.
But all I want is revenge.
Fucking hell, this isn’t the time to be reminiscing. The atmosphere becomes stifling. My breathing labors. I can feel Simone getting closer.
I look across the room and gasp, taking a couple of breaths to get my treacherous heart under control. The bastard betrays me, thumping erratically at the sight of her.
Is it even possible that Simone has gone from beautiful to otherworldly? She ages like fine wine. Yeah, that shit is cliché, but it’s not when it’s true. Her dress hugs every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. My eyes follow the deep v down her chest, showing the swell of her breasts.
I want to run over and shield her from the eyes watching her. Old habits die hard.
Every motherfucker in here can see her.
She’s not yours.
My mouth curves up with an image of her on her knees, my hands fisting her hair as she gags on my cock.
I’m fucking sick.
I shake my head to rid myself of the image.
Our eyes collide. Turmoil brews in their depth. Simone braces herself for my reaction. She drags her eyes across my body, giving it a once-over. My stomach muscles knot like rope at the perusal. There’s no warm embrace. Simone doesn’t run to me, begging for forgiveness.
Scarlett Se Leva writes unexpected, steamy, suspenseful romance.
When Scar isn’t busy penning her next book, you can find her with her family watching movies, drinking wine, curled up in a corner with a book or running after her three daughters.