Page 223 of When We Fall: Part Two
She was breathtaking.
“What do you think?” she asked nervously.
“You’re perfect,” I murmured, taking in the black silk hugging her body. “Wow.”
Her cheeks flushed pink.
“You don’t think it’s too short? Or low….here?” She gestured to her chest.
“Hell no,” I said immediately. Her cleavage looked spectacular. Her long legs. Her tiny waist.
I adjusted the collar on my shirt as I stared back at her.
“It was made for you,” I said. “I’m buying it.”
“Ani—”
I got up and went to her, unable to stop myself as I placed my hand on her stomach and put my lips to her ear.
“This dress is yours, Rosalie. You look amazing in it. Now go take it off for me, pretty girl.”
She shivered against my body before backing away.
I watched her go, my dick hard as hell in my pants. The moment she was back in the dressing room, I exhaled.
Fuck, what she could do to me.
I had to get my shit together. I was failing. Hard.
Rosalie Bishop could turn an otherwise honest and engaged man into a cheater.
I winced at that thought.
But fuck me for not hating it.
SEVENTY
ENZO
“Icalled a decorator to come into the house. I don’t like the color of the walls, and I want new chandeliers,” Celeste said as we ate lunch. “I also hired movers so they can get all your stuff from your other house. I spoke to a realtor about listing it, too. We can use the money from the sale and put it into the new place.”
I snapped my head up at her last sentence.
“No. We aren’t selling it,” I said.
She blinked in confusion at me. “Why not? I don’t want you to keep it.” She jutted her bottom lip out at me. “It’s where you lived with that whore?—”
I clenched my fork tightly in my hand at her words. I wanted to fucking ram the tines so deeply into her skull that her father would feel it.
Instead, I exhaled and spoke in a measured voice.
“I left her for you. You’re my girl now. Nothing I did in the past matters. Only you.”
She practically melted at my words.
Lies. They were fucking lies.I couldn’t wait to choke her with them.
“I’m giving the house to Cole. He wants it as his bachelor pad,” I finished.
