Page 21 of Angelic Vengeance

“I’d rather fuck you instead.”

“Too bad. Get in line.”

Just because I chose not to date, didn’t mean I couldn’t get a man if I only clicked my fingers. He was not the first, only, or last to want me.And he knew that too.

His gaze sparked with challenge. “Go on a date with me.”

I scoffed. “What?”

“You heard me.” He stepped forward until we were inappro-priately close again and I had to tilt my chin up to keep eye contact.

My lips upturned. “No.”

He returned the smile. “Why?”

“I don’t want to.”

“You’re lying.” He leaned lower until we were eye to eye. “Half the time I got no idea what you’re thinking, but right now… You’re pretty easy to read.”

“Oh, really?” I narrowed my eyes. He didn’t have a clue what I was thinking.

“Mhm.” He narrowed his eyes right back.

“Enlighten me.”

Another arrogant smirk as he leaned even closer. His body heat enveloped me, coiling in my stomach before drifting lower. The dark notes of his voice squeezed my chest. “You want to fuck me.”

My lips parted in shock. “Don’t project your desires onto me.”

He winked. “They’re yours too, baby.”

I was so angry and so frustrated and so…Hot. I did the only thing that came to mind: pushed past him, picked up my goddamn books and walked away.

Zachary’s footsteps thudded casually behind me. My heart beat harder in my chest with every step, as he followed with a deep chuckle. I was suddenly grateful for the lack of people in the library at eleven in the morning.

When I got to the front and placed the books on the librarian’s desk, I glanced over my shoulder to catch him looking down my body. When I cleared my throat, his eyes shot up to mine.

“Stop staring at my ass.”

“Shhh!” The librarian’s voice silenced the entire block.

Zachary smirked before his eyes dropped again. I sighed and turned back around. I didn’t even know what he was looking at – my clothes were big enough to cover everything.

“We need to talk about you disclosing my personal infor-mation to strangers,” I said, dropping in the seat across from Natalia. We were having lunch together at a cute restaurant in Brooklyn.

Afterhalf an hourof going back and forth on the steps in front of the library, I’d finally been able to get rid of Zachary and meet Natalia. The man insisted on driving me everywhere when I could walk perfectly fine.

“Hello to you too, Miss International,” She replied, looking up from her phone with an arched brow. Her pink glittery acrylics tapped against the screen as she sent one last text. “AndZachisn’t a stranger; he’s a friend.”

“Why are you even telling Zachary things about me?” I asked, just as a waiter brought us the menus.

Natalia gave me a big smile, hearts in her eyes. “He’s being so cute! Always asking about you–”

“Yeah? Well, I don’t fucking like him.”

“You don’t likeanybody.”

“Except you…”

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