Page 62 of Caelum

STEFAN

“Stefan! I didn’t see you at the party last night.”

I frowned at Genevieve. “Why would you? I never said I was going?” I unpacked my shit from my gym bag and dumped it on the bench in front of the ring I was due to train in today.

We were assigned a ring and a sparring partner who matched our level. That meant my Pack was usually always butting heads with Frazer’s. Only they could best us.

The pricks.

As I looked around for Reed, I saw him warming up on the treadmill two down from Eve. He was watching her from the corner of his eye. That might have seemed like a stretch, but I’d done it often enough myself to recognize the signs. His head was tilted just so, his gaze on the mirror opposite as he looked at my woman.

“Stefan!” Genevieve whined, drawing my attention from the smackdown I was silently promising Reed the second we jumped into the ring.

“What?” I snapped, making her jump as I focused on her once more. When her hand came up to touch my arm, I shrugged her off. “I didn’t want to go, so I didn’t go. It’s not mandatory, Genny.”

She bit her bottom lip. “I just thought you’d be there.”

I gaped at her. “Why would you even think that?”

She shrugged, but her cheeks blossomed with heat. It almost reminded me of Eve, but there was no comparison. Eve’s blush was truly innocent,and it was hell-sent to make me suffer because I always thought the worst stuff when she turned pink. Genny? Not so much.

“You looked psyched when we were talking about the party, and I said I’d be going.”

I frowned, thinking back to that conversation which had to have happened weeks before. When I pinpointed it, I grimaced—that had been before Eve.

My life had become that way now.

Split into two parts—pre-Eve and post-Eve.

I wasn’t sure if that made me the luckiest man alive or pussy-whipped to a woman who didn’t even know what a pussy was.

Aside from the ones that went meow.

Running a hand over my face, I murmured, “I’m sorry, Gen. I forgot.”

“It’s okay.” Her bottom lip wobbled, making me think she was going to cry. She peered over her shoulder and shot a nasty look at Eve. “You’re hanging around with her a lot.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “She’s my girlfriend.”

Gen’s mouth dropped wide. “Girlfriend? You don’t do girlfriends!”

I hadn’t. Until now. I’d never wanted to become attached because I refused to let anyone down, and I always would. It was in my nature to constantly be looking for something else, to be seeking something more.

Until Eve.

Nature itself had given her to me to curb my wicked ways.

Well, I thought wryly, a dirty smirk creasing my lips,to a certain extent.

The second I felt she was ready to understand what she’d done that day, what her soul had done, then I’d be telling her because no way could I jack off in the shower for much longer.

“She’s my girlfriend,” I reiterated, not wanting to get into any more of this petty shit with a woman whom I’d fucked, sure, but I’d made no promises to.

I didn’t get it. I never had. There were fewer females here, and the men danced around them like flies around shit, but they always hung on me.

Did that make me the luckiest prick in the world? Or did it mean I had the worse luck?

I wasn’t sure, and yeah, I knew I was a wanker for even letting that thought cross my mind.

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