Page 15 of My Heartless Soul

What the fuck?

The kitchen was already deadly quiet when I walked out with that damn half of a full-grown cow because her majesty had requested it, but now even the flies had stopped zooming around. Hell, my heart stopped beating at the sound of those words coming out of her mouth.

What in the ever-loving fuck is going on? And who is this airheaded blond bull standing in my kitchen with a full-blown smirk on his face? The one whom Kira is practically digging my knife into.

“Oh, sweetheart, it is so cute you want to make me jealous,” he coos to her, and I have to blink away my shock. Did he just call her asweetheart?

What the fuck? Is he right in the head?

“In no way am I trying to make you jealous. Now, leave. Because my Vassar is only a second away from making tonight’s batch of boeuf bourguignon out of you,” Kira says, turning away from him and facing me.

That fake smile slipping off her face, and the deadliest of deadly daggers are pointed at me while she mouths, “do as I say,” and turns back to the bull. “Aren’t you,love?”

I have no idea what am I doing right now, but clearly, getting this asshole out of my kitchen is a priority, so if I have to pay along for one second, I’ll do it.

So, I nod and say, “A millisecond. Now leave my kitchen.”

“Kira, don’t make me mad, sweetheart. You are mine.” The bull completely ignores me and takes another step towards Kira, who hasn’t dropped her knife, only lowered it and picks it back up to ward his advances off.

Now, don’t ask what possesses me to do what I do, but it is almost on instinct. Almost as if I was always meant to do it. I step in front of Kira, partially hiding her away from his sleazy gaze that was really pissing me off—don’t ask—and push his massive form away with a light punch to his shoulder.

“I thought I told you to leave my kitchen?” My tone doesn’t hide the unveiled threat in it. And part of me is not sure if that threat is there because he is invading my space or because he is being rude toher. I might be the most patient man on the planet when it comes to my boss but don’t mistake me for a doormat.That, I am not.

“Step away, boy,” he snarls at me, his hands curling up in tight fists, and suddenly my body jerks.

No, not from his punch that never comes. From her. From her small, delicate yet freezing cold hand on my bicep. Touching me with the lightest of touches, almost like a caress, and it is the most electrifying feeling I have ever felt. It’s a feeling you getwhen riding a rollercoaster, that pit-dropping sensation. There is no direct skin contact, yet my body is alive.

Awoken from long hibernation. And based on a tiny flicker of emotion I see in her micro expressions that anyone else would be oblivious to, she felt it too.

But Kira would never show it willingly. She has a vampire image to uphold.

“Steven, as you remember,youcalled the paparazzi in here. Do you really want them to witness you getting thrown out of my restaurant? Because rest assured, we will do it.”

We.

Kira’s green eyes look up to mine, her hand still on my arm, silently looking for reassurance, and I nod. I nod without taking my eyes off hers, and she doesn’t take hers away from me. We are locked into this silent world. A place that has never existed between us before and I am sure will never exist again as soon as this guy leaves, but for just one second, it feels amazing. Amazing, to beseen. By her.

She tears her eyes away from mine, and I almost have to shake my head to clear the fog plaguing it. Did she just say paparazzi?

What the fuck?This is clearly my phrase of the day today…

“You are mine!” The bull—or Steven—shouts loud enough for the sound to ricochet off of our stainless-steel pots and create an echoing effect.

“No. I am not. And I have let you run your dirty fucking mouth for far too long, thinking you will come to your senses but seeing as there is not even a pea-sized brain in that skull of yours, I will spell it out to you now.” Kira takes a step closer to me, sliding her hand through my arms where they are crossed at my chest. That electric feeling is back and spreading wider the longer she touches me. Damn it.

Why is this happening to me? Why with her?

“Vassar and I are now together. In fact, we are so in love we were thinking of spring wedding, weren’t we,love?” The look in her eyes saysI dare you to defy me right now. And oh, I so dare, but not now.

So, I simply murmur, “Mm-hmm,” with my jaw clenched tight. Partially from annoyance and partially from her presence.

It’s awfully intoxicating.

“You were in my bed a week ago. You really think I am so stupid?”

“No, I don’t think. I know,” she deadpans him, and I suppress a silent smile.

Yeah, my woman will bite your head off.My woman? What the fuck, Vas?

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