Page 27 of Entangled
I’m not sure if it’s the terrible history this girl seems to wear like a heart on her sleeve.
Or maybe after all these years, I’m finally softening up.
Or maybe it’s a little bit of both.
I can see the sunshine dulled by the darkness that had been given to her. But I also see resilience. That no matter what happens, or how many times this girl gets knocked on her knees, she continues to get back up.
It makes my stupid, dark, black heart warm when I see her.
It makes me want to keep her here forever and see if I can make the sunlight from inside her shine again.
To see if maybe she could even brighten the darkness within me.
But then I realize that’s probably the most selfish thing I can do, and she’s more than likely had enough of people being selfish with her, and I need to learn to vanquish my darkness myself.
“Changeinto some workout clothes and come with me,” I practically demand, standing over where Soren lay on the couch in the library reading yet another romance novel. I don’t think she's read anything else in all honesty.
A disgusted look painted her usually cheerful face, and I could have burst out laughing. Being pissed off and disgusted didn’t suit her features.
“Am I allowed to ask what for?” She said, working to a sitting position and crossing her arms.
Always on the defensive.
“I’d tell you,” I started, leaning down, and bringing my face close to hers. “But then I’d have to kill you.”
I sealed my teasing with a wink before straightening my posture and seeing if she’d listen. Scarlet slowly made its way from her cheeks down her neck, and I couldn’t tell what kind of nerve I struck, sexually or from frustration, but I wasn’t opposed to either.
“Whatever,” she finally huffed, rolling her eyes and walking past me to make her way towards her room. I laughed, following behind her to make sure she actually came back out, and didn’t just go in and slam the door in my face.
She did indeed slam the door in my face, but at least the lock didn’t engage. I laughed under my breath and shook my head, looking down at my own workout attire, which was so unlike my usual business get up. But it felt freeing to be without a suit. I felt more relaxed, and not as suffocated with the expensive material wrapped around my body.
“Prick,” Soren mumbled, thinking I couldn’t hear her as she came out of her bedroom door.
“Very nice, princess.” I laughed, pushing myself from where I was leaning against the wall. She jumped, only slightly, not realizing I was still here waiting for her.
She was wearing a loose band t-shirt and a pair of black leggings that did fantastic things to her ass. I sent a quick thank you to whatever company had made those leggings becausefuck.
I willed my dick not to harden, when it would be incredibly obvious in my sweats, and began walking back down the hallway. I’m not sure when the switch flipped, but suddenly I couldn’t stop the part of my brain that continued to imagine what she’d look like naked. It probably had to do with howtempting she looked in the dress from dinner the other night. That dress that hugged every single one of her delicious curves, and that I had vivid daydreams about since.
I had lost track of how long it had been since I’d last had my dick buried inside of a woman, and I blamed that on the way Soren and her body infiltrated my every waking thought.
I couldn’t look at anything or think about anything without it trailing back to thoughts of her.
After I kidnapped her, I gave her my credit card and access to my laptop and let her order whatever she wanted and needed while she was here. The amount of boxes that came from various boutiques and stores would have made a lesser man’s pockets whimper. But for mine, it was barely a dent.
I never brought up the endless transactions on my card, and she never said anything about it so it was another conversation we were avoiding.
I had a feeling she ordered half of those things just to spite me, but I still kept my thoughts to myself. I had stolen her out of her home in the middle of the night, so she was entitled to spending my money how she pleased.
So she had even infiltrated my bank statements, making her mark every which way she could in my life without even meaning for it to be so impactful.
I made my way down the stairs and down a hallway opposite of the library, where I knew she was already dying to escape back to. But I couldn’t send her back home with nothing, and that’s why this little field trip was necessary.
I rested my hands on the handles to the double doors, waiting a moment for her to catch up before flinging them open, revealing the redone home gym that was almost as big as the library.
“A gym?” Soren asked, scrunching her nose, as if I offended her just by bringing her here.
I kept walking, making my way over to the floor mat before shucking off my shoes and walking to the middle.
