Page 32 of The Diávolos: Part One
He’s right. I never let anything affect my composure, but with Angelica, I can’t seem to control what I’m feeling, and I fucking lost it. Dion deserves the truth.
“She’s all up in my head, bro. I can’t stand it,” I say as I pace around my kitchen. “I can’t think straight. I’m supposed to beusingher, notcourtingher,” I add, running a hand through my hair.
Dion laughs. “I told you not to get attached,Evanaki.How the hell are you going to handle this now?” he asks.
“Fuck if I know. Meet me at the office at 10,” I say, and I hang up. I rub my forehead and I look at the time again.
Not even thirty minutes after I made the decision to bar myself of all feelings, I’m thinking of ways to see her.
A flash of her face while I touched her pops into my head, her head back, eyes closed with her mouth slightly agape as I worked her to release, knuckles deep in her pussy.
I’m a bastard, and I don’t even care.
I need to see her again.
“What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.”
- Helen Keller
Iwake up with a pounding headache, nursing the biggest hangover, but it’s nothing a little quiet time and stretching can’t fix.
Sadly, Aria can’t make it to yoga today. She texted me something about ‘not feeling well.’ I wonder if she’s hungover from last night, too. I left the club much earlier than her, and she sent me a message around two in the morning confirming she was alive and well. I’ll have to check up on her later.
Yesterday was a whirlwind.
I can’t wrap my head around what happened on the drive home. I never actively pursue relationships, and neither do I fool around with someone I barely know. But all my inhibitions flew out the window when I saw Evan again. I can’t help but feel the need to be around him and be touched by him. I don’t know when I’ll see him again, but his words still linger in my head.Our first time.
If he’d accepted my offer to come in last night, I would’ve lost all control over my body and let him have his way with me. The thought alone sends flutters between my legs.
I shake my head, trying to get rid of those ridiculous thoughts, and I distract myself by getting ready to head over to the yoga studio. As usual, I’ll stop by the Black Bean after class to grab a coffee. I plan to call Aria to ask if she wants to meet me there. As I grab my phone to dial her number, I realize my guardian angel hasn’t texted me since Tuesday. The last message he sent me was a comment on the dress I bought for the charity ball. I never responded. I was thrown off balance. Was he hiding in the store like a creep? Did he hack into the surveillance cameras? I knew he watched me while I was at home, but I had no idea he wasfollowingme.As if one is better than the other, I scoff.
I have the urge to text him, but I don’t want to get too comfortable. After all, he is a stalker, and as much as I enjoy his attention, I can’t let myself be too vulnerable. And now that Evan has entered my life, I’m not sure how to handle this situation. For all I know, the man stalking me could turn on Evan and hurt him. Who knows to what extent my secret admirer will go to show his devotion to me.
I settle on not texting him, and I dial my best friend’s number instead.
“Hi Angie,” she says, her voice still sleepy.
“You never sleep in. What the hell happened last night?” I ask, my tone full of worry.
“Ugh, long story. I’ll tell you later. How was your ride home?” I swear I can hear the wiggle of her eyebrows through the phone.That’s my Aria.
“It was…eventful. But I’ll tell you later,” I reply, mimicking her response.
“I’m rolling my eyes at you so hard,” she says.
“I would expect nothing less,” I retort with a giggle.
“Evan is a very intense guy. Not a man of many words, I must say.”
“I can confirm that,” I respond through a laugh. “Come meet me at our spot for a coffee after my class and I’ll give you all the juicy details.”
“You know I hate saying no to you, Ang, but I’m exhausted. I need a couple more hours of sleep. Raincheck?”
“Of course,Arioula. Call me later, okay?”
We say goodbye and hang up.
Something’s up and I’m going to question her about it later, whether she likes it or not. I wonder if it has to do with her arranged marriage. I hate that she has to give herself to a man she doesn’t know or love. She always brushes me off when I ask her about it, acting like she doesn’t care, but I know Aria, and this isn’t her ideal scenario by any means.
