Page 37 of Bared Betrayal
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My knuckles rapthe door in a frantic rhythm, my fist coming down in quick, unforgiving strikes against the wood.
There’s a loud click of the lock being undone, the door opening a crack. Kallie’s forest green eyes peer around the edge.
“Let me in,” I demand, and she quickly tries to close the door, but I wedge my foot in the opening.
“Go away, Gabriel.”
“We have to talk.”
“I have nothing to say to you.”
I grab the doorknob and use my shoulder to force it open. Kallie stumbles back, her porcelain skin flushed and eyes wide. “Get out of my house.”
My response to her demand is to shut the door behind me.
“I said get out.”
I lift a brow, amused by the fierceness resonating in her voice. There’s a smear of red paint on her cheek, her hair tied in a messy bun with tufts of blonde locks framing her face. The only thing she’s wearing is a white shirt four sizes too big for her tiny frame, covered in different shades of dried paint. She looks a mess. A sexy as fuck goddamn mess.
“What do you want, Gabriel?”
I glance around. It’s a quaint little place compared to my luxury penthouse apartment. The open-plan kitchen and living area are trimmed with the same avocado, beige, and copper shades. There’s a single three-seater micro-suede couch and glass-top coffee table in the living room, the walls empty apart from the curtains draped over the windows. There’s a warm feeling to it, homey. I bet it’s all her. It smells like her, too. Inviting. Sweet. Sensual.
“Why?” It’s the only word I can come up with.
“Why what?”
“Why the fuck did you have to go to Myth?” I take a step closer, and she moves back.
“I told you. I have my reasons.”
“I need to know.”
She bites her lip, crossing her arms as if protecting herself. “It’s none of your business.”
“Are you kidding me?” I snap. “You made it my fucking business when you welcomed my cock between your legs.”
“That was a mistake. We didn’t know.”
“You knew,” I bite out. “You fucking knew you were engaged to my goddamn son.” I stab a finger against my chest. “And you still went there, Kallie. You still fucking went there, to that place for God knows what reason, and here we are caught up in this enormous magnitude of a clusterfuck, and yet you don’t think it’s any of my business.”
“Why?” she blurts. “Why the hell do you need to know?”
“Because I need something to fucking justify what we did. Something that will make this situation less of a complete fuckup, but I’m coming up short. I can’t think of a single goddamn reason that can justify why I had my cock buried inside you two weeks ago, and why I can’t stop thinking about it.”
She stares at me with those beautiful green eyes framed with dark lashes and holds my gaze without blinking. A sudden surge of desire seeps into my veins, and my dick jerks just as my heart clenches in my chest. She’s so close that all I want to do is kiss her. Rip that shirt off her body and sink into her.
She licks her lips, moving her head in a slow motion. “Don’t say shit like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s wrong.”
“It can’t get more wrong than it already is.”
“Still.”
