Page 19 of Ruined Vows
Bianca
The passenger door opens before I can blink—and it’s Vukan who steps out.
Not the driver. Not some security goon. Him.
He steps out like he’s materialized from an old film—the leading man. He’s gorgeous—even in workout clothes. Buff arms. Tattoos. His bodyscreams.
Fuck me.
His face is serious, carved from stone, and just as unreadable. He wears the morning humidity like cologne. He opens the door for me like this is a royal procession.
People stare—not at the car, but athim.
Women’s mouths drop. Eyes follow him, not the sidewalk.
“Bianca,” he says, like my name holds weight. His voice is thick, like honey, and smooth. He’s sweet. He’s thoughtful.
The driver doesn’t move. Doesn’t glance over.
But this moment? I won’t forget it.
He waits patiently. His hand rests on the door handle like it bends to his will. And maybe it does. Hefeelsthat powerful.
His eyes meet mine. Steady. Gentle. Patient. And it twists my chest in a way I hate.
I hesitate as my pride digs in.
But the longer I stand here, the more I feel like I’m being pulled into something unstoppable—a war chariot dressed in silver and sin.
My fingers curl around the doorframe. His scent hits me—cedar, musk… ruin.
I slide in. The leather is cold, but the atmosphere is worse. Too quiet. Too emotionally charged. He gets in and shuts the door. The sound echoes in the stillness.
I need to move this date along—fast. Short exposure is safest. The longer I’m around him, the more my body betrays me.
He sits beside me. Close. Too close. His thigh brushes mine, heat bleeds through layers of tailored fabric.
He watches me. He hasn’t stopped. His attention is quiet. Protective. But there’s something darker beneath it.
He treats me like I’m something precious—not a pawn.
The silence thickens. I won’t break it because this is his territory.
Vukan
“Don’t,” she snaps, just as I open my mouth.
“I’m late,” I admit.
“You think?”
Her voice cuts, but her eyes say something else. Relief—quick and fleeting. Most people miss it.
But I see it.
“I’m sorry. I had to wrap something up,” I say, leaning closer. “But I’m here now.”
Filip merges into traffic. I don’t need to see his face to know he’s fighting a grin.
