Page 75 of Entwined

My nostrils flare.

“Jessie,” I warn.

“Who is this? Is he bothering you Jessie?”

“Yes, Ben. He is… a lot.”

I turn to stare at the blonde bloke five inches shorter than me, thinking he’s her white knight.

“This doesn’t concern you. Stay out of it.”

“The hell I will,” he puffs up his man boy chest like a strutting peacock.

I turn back to my dove, “Jessie. A word. Now. Or your pretty boy here won’t leave looking so… pretty.”

She cocks an eyebrow, “You wouldn’t dare. After all the hard months of changing your image?”

My fists clench at my side. My jaw ticks. “This isn’t how I imagined our reunion.”

She shrugs, “Again, not my problem.”

“This isn’t over.”

“It is. You were right. I never loved you. It wasn’t real.”

“Oh? Well, then. I guess I’ll just have to make you fall for real this time.” I walk out, with the biggest smirk on my face, just knowing she’s wet as fuck right now and pissed to hell about it.

I’m her drug just as she is mine. I’m finally the man she always wanted me to be: a dark lover fulfilling every sexual fantasy but with a good heart that only beats for her.

She won’t be able to keep herself from falling. The question is how long of a chase will she give me?

I hope she stays strong.

I always loved a good fight and I’ve never lost one yet.

Holy fuck.

My heart pounds, my eyes are still glued to the door that just shut behind him. There was a time, not too long ago, where I half-expected him to show up. But when it never happened, my guard lowered. I was starting to move on… at least I thought I was.

But just when I least expect it, on a rainy Tuesday night—he walked in looking finer than he ever has. He had that look in his eyes. It was missing in Paris. The predatory gleam of the hunter when he finds his prey.

His body screamed his intent.

He wants me.

Again.

Jecca was right. The less you want someone—the more they want you. But I don’t want to play another round in this game of his. I want the happy ending. To be a princess in my knight’s castle, galloping across fields of wildflowers and making love in the grass after the summer rain.

I sigh. Living in England and reading Jane Austen has turned me into a romantic girl. I’ve lost a lot of my tomboy ways… mostly at Jecca’s insistence.

She made me attend a luncheon on manners and etiquette taught by someone who worked in the palace.

My rough edges have been smoothed.

“Are you alright Jessie? Who was that bloke?” I smile at Ben. He’s completely sloshed.

“I’m fine. I need to check on some orders in the kitchen.” I pat him on the shoulder as I walk by. He’s cute. Harmless. Funny. A puppy. Where Christos… is a wolf.

And I’m drawn to the wild.

I’m a strong woman who needs excitement. I’d devour Ben, use him up; needing more—breaking both of us when he’s empty with nothing more to give. I knew that. I read that ending the second we met. I’m sure he skipped ahead too but thought he could change the story.

But Christos..., and me… is ours really over?

I stayed up all night wondering, as I tossed and turned, whispering into my pillow. The last coherent thought I had as I slipped between states of consciousness was his eyes. Those devilishly dark eyes framed with thick lashes that always saw everything in me even the dirty things I craved but tried to hide.

My master is back.

But am I stillenslaved?

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