Page 55 of Ruined Vows
The condo is quiet—too quiet. The lights are low. Everything is in its place. Everything I own is expensive, and yet, untouched. It’s like I don’t live here.
Because my life, my heart, and the causes I champion, the ones I live and breathe for, are outside these four walls.
I walk barefoot through my living room, feeling like a guest. I shouldn’t feel like this in my own home. Not in the place I built to be peaceful. But tonight, the silence presses in like it wants to remind me I’m incomplete, that I could have more.
And he’s never not on my mind. I want his voice in my ear again. I like the warmth of his body near mine—his sexy body is hot against my body.
Damnit, I long for another kiss. I thought he might kiss me today, and I wouldn’t have objected. However, it was my event, and it wasn’t the right place. I get that. But it didn’t stop me from fantasizing about it.
He has a way of intently looking at me that’s not a stare, but it terrifies me because hesees my essence.Why does it feel like he sees parts of me I’ve spent years hiding?
I go to bed and scroll through my messages, past the banter, the smug little one-liners, and the orders disguised as invitations. Every word drips with intent. With want. Withhim.
By the time I set my phone down on the pillow next to me, my body’s already humming. Not because of the words hesays. But because they’rehis.And right now, his absence is the only thing louder than the want curling low in my belly.
I stare at my phone like I haven’t already read the thread three times. His texts still glow against the dark screen. Simple but warm. The Wolf has a heart. I should put the phone down. I shouldsleep.
But instead, I’m still lying here in my overpriced sheets, wrapped in expensive fabrics, contemplating a truth I don’t want to name. I want to hear from him again, just one more time, tonight.
Just to take the edge off this feeling, like I didn’t get enough of him today. I’m sure if he texts again, this burning need between my legs will go away. Because I’m wet just thinking about him. I don’t want to use my purple ‘friend’ to satisfy myself.
The truth I can’t deny is the fact that I desire Vukan and I long forhim.
I’m sure he’ll satiate my urges that have become unbearable. My fingers hover over the keyboard for a full minute before I give in.
Hell.
Meatball says hi. He misses you already. We talked, and he said you smell like danger and poor decisions.
I stare at it. Is it too much? Too soft?
I hit send anyway, and ten seconds later, three dots appear. Then disappear. Then come back, making my pulse volley like a ping-pong.
Tell Meatball I miss him, too. You, I’m still deciding.
I chuckle before I type:
Liar. You decided the second you kissed me like you meant it.
I send it before I can second-guess. The dots come back instantly.
You're right. I decided long before that.
And just like that—I’m breathless and my heart is racing.
I press my thighs together under the covers, all because of a man who doesn’t ask. He listens and hesees.
I can’t sleep, and because I’m a masochist, I check for new texts.
I’m a woman with a bad habit: when I discover a new one, I tend to adopt it—I just work that way. It might not be ideal, but it’s my quirk to bear. Then my phone pings, and my heart races.
Good night, Princess.
Sleep well, Wolfie.
I can’t deny the way my body responds to him. I remember how his huge cock pressed into me with the kisses after our boxing match, and I’ve been hooked ever since. And yeah, spending more time with him is dangerous. But I made the deal, and I have to see it through.
But damn, Vukan is growing on me, step by step.
