Page 20 of Ruined Vows
Two beats of silence.
“I didn’t think you were coming,” she says softly. “But part of me still... well, you know.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I tell her. “Not now. Not ever.”
And I mean it even if I have to fight the whole goddamn world to keep that promise.
I drink her in. She’s refreshing. She’s a storm. She wants to end the engagement—but I won’t let her.
She can try to scare me off. She’ll fight until she’s out of fight. But I always get what I want.
And she’ll be mine. I’ll break down her walls. Show her she’s not just a pretty face. Prove to her I’m a good man—even if I live in a dark world.
She wants to be pissed—but I see the relief in her eyes. She’ll keep deflecting until she has nothing left to push back with.
She’s spent her whole life building walls. Even now, she stares out the window instead of at me.
She has trust issues carved into her bones.
“I hope you’re accustomed to losing,” she huffs.
That’s my girl. Challenging. Fiery. Precisely what I want.
Easy women are everywhere. I wanther. All of her.
She crosses her arms, playing defense when she should be on offense. So I changed the subject.
“You clean up nice,” I say.
“You haven’t even looked at me yet,” she snaps.
But I don’t need to. I already know every angle of her face, the color of her eyes, the way her lips curl when she’s amused.
And soon, I’ll knoweverything.
7
BIANCA
DANCING WITH THE DEVIL
He turns, slow and deliberate. One hand on his toned leg, the other draped over the leather seat like he owns the morning itself.
“I don’t need to look to know what power feels like.”
My pulse ticks. Loud. My panties are wet, like a monsoon hit.
Treacherous body.
My hands rest in my lap, my fingers curling against my leg, as his presence commands the city to fall away outside.
The driver drives like he’s done this a thousand times—smooth, cold, and with surgical precision—the city blurs, soft and detached. Inside, there’s no music. No distractions.
Just silence. And us.
Of course, I let him know I’m not pleased he’s late. But when he says he’s not going anywhere, it makes me pause. I can’t even commit to a grocery list. How can he promise that?
All too late, I realize I’m caught between the man watching over me...and the one who intends toownme.
