Page 56 of Venomous Kiss
“What?” I say, turning.
“The Hunt is next week. You will be there.”
“I told you I would.” Soren’s lips form a thin line as I return to speak with Maya.
She eyes me as I approach. “You don’t have to tell me. I know,” she says, pouting.
“I’ll send your things to your brother’s,” I tell her as she wipes the tears from her face.
“You could have tried. We could have worked.”
“No.” I shake my head. “We couldn’t have. I was already lost in someone else,” I tell her before I walk away without looking back.
TWENTY-TWO
LILITH
Dear Diary,
Do you think if I drank away the pain and confusion, it would all disappear?
Why won’t you answer me?
You’re a dirty slut, Diary.
xox
I’m sitting in the same bar I sat in over a year ago, where I used to come to watch him, drinking the same vodka. It feels like déjà vu. Except this time, I didn’t just quit my job and catch my husband cheating on me.
I hate my current job, but it serves a purpose right now, and that one purpose is earning money.
And even better, my husband is finally out of my life.
Although you could say I’m doing well on my own, I still think about Reon.
How can I not?
It’s been a week since I saw him last, and I haven’t stopped thinking about him. He’s like an insect that crawls inside your brain and burrows deep, making a home and not wanting to leave.
Pouring myself another drink from the bottle on the bar, I feel someone come up behind me. “I think you’ve had enough, don’t you?”
I close my eyes as my heart jumps and my thighs clench.
Did I manifest him into appearing?
Surely, I must have because that can be the only explanation as to why I’m hearing Reon’s voice right now.
He pulls out the same chair he sat in the last time we were here and taps his fingers on the counter. “Apple crumble,” he tells the bartender, and I smile. “I know you don’t like the espresso martini, so this one should taste good when you kiss me.” I laugh and turn in my seat to face him. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Enough to think you aren’t real,” I answer, then lift my drink and take another sip. He reaches for my other hand, takes it, and moves it between his legs. I feel his hardness immediately.
“Is this real enough for you?” he asks huskily.
I squeeze his cock through his black trousers and nod, not bothering to move my hand even though several people are sitting nearby.
“I’m sure this is classed as cheating,” I say, eyeing him. Even through blurry eyes, he is delicious.
“Delicious?” he asks, smirking as the bartender brings his drink over. “Can’t say I’ve had a woman call me that before.” I pull my hand back, realizing I said that out loud, and he simply laughs before taking a sip of his drink.
