Page 42 of Satan's Son

Chapter 18

I never really overthought what I did around Ethan, but now I was double guessing everything. and it was exhausting.

“I didn’t like her.” I wrapped the coat around me tighter. It was freezing outside and, of course, Ethan and I had decided to walk the few blocks back to our place rather than taking a taxi.

Ethan’s lips were graced with his normal smirk, but he didn’t look up; he kept his eyes on the pavement.

“Gosh, it’s cold.” I changed the subject, seeing as he wasn’t joining the ‘let’s bitch about your date’ conversation.

“Do you want my coat?”

I turned to look at him. “Did you really just ask me that?”

“Wipe the surprised look off your face, would you, Addison? I can be a gentleman.”

Comebacks and possible digs at his ‘gentleman’ reference rolled through my mind faster than a hurricane.

“Really?” I asked. “Because I thought the Devil’s son couldn’t be nice.”

“You’re trying to be funny but it isn’t working.”

“Oh, come on, Beast, lighten up!” I nudged him with my shoulder. “It is not often that the world is graced with your devilish beauty for our eyes to see.”

“Well, the world is never graced with your silence.”

“And isn’t that a good thing? Wouldn’t the world be a sadder place without my fluent charm?”

“Charm is what you call it?”

“Charm and loveable spirit.”

“Annoying pain in my ass could be added to that list.”

“Please, you love me.” I was looking at Ethan rather than looking where I was going, and this was a recipe for an accident. I slammed right into someone.

The stranger braced my shoulders, stopping me from hitting the pavement.

“Sorry,” I muttered, steadying myself.

I looked at the guy and when my eyes met his, my whole world stopped.

Cold ice filled my body and my stomach flipped around. I was trying to think of something to say, but my thoughts were frozen. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his.

A frown crept across Alex’s forehead. “Um, no worries.” He looked nervous and confused.

Alex gave me an odd smile before taking a step away. Then, against my better judgment, I reached out and touched his arm. “You’re Alex, right? Alex McGaffin?”

His frown deepened: “Yeah. Um, do I know you?”

You did.

“Um no, I just um…” I was stumbling over my words. “I was… um… friends with Addison Myer. She always spoke highly of you.”

His frown faded, and I saw recognition flash across his face. “Oh, well, that explains it then.”

“Explains it?”

“Are you related to her or something? You have similar features.”