Page 68 of His Cursed Heart

I need to get through this dinner with a green flag in my hands. This is the first step in getting Vincent to move in Chicago.

That's the reason I'm staring at the clothes in front of me. I have no idea what to wear. Should I dress casual, or elegant? Bit of both?

This is stressing me the fuck out.

I grab the dark blue flare jeans and the black blouse that sits on the shoulders and pray that outside is not that hot.

It's the beginning of August, but the nights in Chicago are sometimes a little cold.

I dress with the outfit that looks casual and a little elegant and pair it with a high black heels and a belt.

I grab all my hair and tie it in a messy ponytail and I put a basic base of make-up on my face.

I look at my figure in the mirror and I can't believe I did this myself. I love my normal baggy clothes and the dirty painting apron.

The bathroom door opens and Keaton lets himself out. My eyes widen when I see the outline of his big body through the slim black T-shirt and the black jeans.

His hair is styled and a few straps are falling on his forehead. His beard is perfectly arranged, making his jaw more prominent and the gold neckless makes him look royal.

His eyes meet mine and my breathing stops for a few seconds. He gets closer to me and even with the high heels, I look up at him. His smell is intoxicating, but a wave of wetness gathers on my thong.

"You clean up nice." His low voice creates bugs in my belly. A feeling of proudness takes over my body at his praise.

"I didn't make it for you." I try to not show him how affected I am by his presence.

After the fight we had a week ago, we haven't spoken a word to each other. Until yesterday.

The corner of his mouth perks up a little and the dimple forms in his cheek.

"I missed this sassy mouth of yours." My lips fall apart and his finger traces their form.

Why is he making me feel these weird things in my chest?

“We should go." The coward in me says. "We'll be

late if we don't leave now." I move out of his touch and I lick my lips.

He moves his body to one side and motions for me to go first. I grab my black purse and exit the bedroom.

In front of the house is a black shiny Bugatti Chiron that waits for us.

I feel Everette's hand on my waist and he's leading me to the passenger seat.

I almost freeze at the thought I just had.

I called him Everette.

My heart beats faster and it feels like it's going to burst.

He opens the car door and I enter without a second thought.

I called him Everette.

Everette enters his seat and starts the engine. I look in the car in awe. The upholstery is blood red leather and the dashboard is a large dark screen.

And I just realize that we're alone. Ivan and two other bodyguards are behind us in another car.

I feel Everette's eyes on me and I see him smile.

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