Page 79 of Must Be Love - Irresistible Bachelors

It’ll get better with time. We were only together for two months. What’s the old adage? It takes half of the relationship to get over someone? That means I should be over AJ in a month.

Right now, that doesn’t seem likely. Our relationship was short, but it felt like we’d been together forever.

I squeeze the vial in my hand, but I can’t bring myself to throw it. As satisfying as it would be, I don’t want to destroy the only connection I have left with AJ.

I take the vial into the bathroom. The container is clear with the milky liquid inside. I pour a small amount of the serum into my hand and look at it under the bathroom light.

Disappointment flows through me. The serum looks exactly the way it always has. Shouldn’t it seem different now that I know what’s in it?

It almost sparkles in the light, but it’s always done that. I thought maybe the secret ingredient caused that effect. Come doesn’t glitter, though. It must be from one of the other ingredients. Or maybe AJ added some sparkle to make the serum look better.

The white, creamy liquid isn’t appetizing to look at. I can’t believe I’ve been putting this stuff on my face for months! It’s a different consistency than any serum I’ve ever used. That should have been my first clue. This whole situation is partially my own fault. The serum was suspicious from day one, but I never looked further into it.

I was just so excited. There was finally a chance to fix the damage I did to my skin as a stupid teenager! Of course, I jumped on the opportunity without asking too many questions.

That girl, Briana, obviously knew what was in the serum; that’s why she was so hesitant to let me take it. She wouldn’t have sent me off without ensuring I couldn’t tell anyone about the ingredient if I ever found out. That’s why there was an NDA in the form I had to sign.

Poor Briana. I was mad at her for trying to keep me away from the serum. Now that I know the truth, I wish she’d fought harder. AJ should have listened to her. If he had, none of this would have happened.

Including our amazing two months together.

Two months that have me questioning whether AJ was ashamed to been seen with me in public. I don’t think I’d mind losing that time. It would have caused me less anxiety to be alone for two months.

Unfortunately, that would’ve meant losing all the good, too.

I just can’t win.

I stare at the elixir again. AJ’s come is still pooling in the palm of my hand.

I’m angry at him. I’m hurt by his actions. I’m sad that I lost an amazing man. I’m nervous about what version of events I’ll tell my friends.

Yet as I look at the liquid on my hand, I’m a little turned on.

I hate myself for it. This should be turning me off. AJ was a stranger when he gave me the serum. Sure, I thought he was sexy, but we didn’t know each other well enough for him to give me something so intimate.

I bite my lip. That makes it sexier, in a weird, twisted way. This serum is more than just a miracle fix for my damaged skin. It’s like a secret, dirty elixir flowing from AJ into me.

My panties are damp. This is not the reaction I should be having! AJ still has a spell cast over me.

I lift the serum up to my nose and sniff. It still doesn’t smell like anything. I guess that makes sense. A lot of facial moisturizers are unscented because of sensitive skin issues.

Without thinking, I stick my tongue out and dip it into the serum. It doesn’t have a taste either.

That’s more surprising. I expected it to taste salty, like semen.

I take another small taste, thinking maybe this time will be different. Still nothing.

It’s not fair. There should be something terrible about this serum. It should taste bad or smell fishy.

Why does something so wrong have to be so perfect?

I use my free hand to run water over my puffy, tear-soaked face. Rubbing the serum between my hands, I put it on my face one last time.

My skin looks different with the serum working its magic. Why did this have to happen? Will my skin go back to the way it was if I’m not using the elixir every day?

That shouldn’t happen. I wear sunscreen now, and I never go tanning. As long as I take care of my skin, the damage shouldn’t return.

If it does, I’ll just find a new dermatologist. One that won’t give me his semen in a jar and pass it off as an elixir.

There are too many emotions coursing through my veins right now. The anger and sadness have dissipated, but the lust is still running wild.

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