Chapter 13
We played and ate the batter while Michael stole the bowl every now and then to pour some in the skillet. When we finally had a plate of pancakes I put the dishes in the sink and wiped my hands and Violet’s face off, and sat them both at the table with syrup, forks and paper towels. I washed the dishes, listening to Michael mess with her and her small giggles. I looked back seeing Michael cutting her pancake up for her drowning it in syrup with a goofy grin on his face.
I looked back to the dishes glancing up seeing Dez in the doorway looking at us his eyes burning with some emotion that was gone before I could begin to decipher it. He took his eyes off Michael and Violet and looked to me making me freeze when his honey brown eyes connected with mine.
I could feel my heart beat speed up and my throat tightened and I absolutely hated it. I glared at him before looking back down to my dishes, I finished them and dried and put them away looking back to the door seeing he wasn’t there anymore, I sighed in relief and made a plate of pancakes for myself going to sit next to Violet.
She was having trouble cutting Michael’s pancakes up with a frustrated expression on her adorable face. He started helping her, I ate my pancakes joking around with Michael and Violet. I washed dishes and Michael had to go report something to Dez. I also found out that Violet attended Kindergarten. Michael grabbed a maid and sent Violet with her after I made sure she was okay with the maid.
He assured me the maid was a middle aged woman who had yet to find her mate. Her name was Trinity and she had been trying to adopt. I studied her before letting he take Violet, she seemed like a passive motherly type. I could see how desperately she wanted children, and I could see the love and hope in her eyes when she looked at Violet playing with the syrup on her plate. I was okay with it finally, telling Violet if she ever needed me to find Michael, or ask someone for me.
I roamed around for a little while trying not to think about Dez, but I failed and ended up sitting down in the middle of a random hallway after I got lost. I curled my legs to my chest, and rested my chin on my
knees.
I thought about my sister’s wedding day. I thought about how excited she was and then I remembered
seeing him the first time. My breath hitched in my throat remembering his tall 6,7 figure in a tux. He was
so attractive, but yet so cold–hearted. My stomach started aching with the memory of him marking me. I could feel my body heat up and the sensitive spot on my neck that was now faded pulse with the memory.
I chewed on my lip, taking in a deep breath as I remembered the way he kissed me. I could almost feel his lips dominating mine. I shoved my fingers in my hair groaning out loud. Why can’t I stop thinking about
him?
It was over, he didn’t even care about me.
I remembered his scent that was so musky and powerful I could smell it. Great now I was imagining
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things. It wasn’t until a few minutes of frustrated thinking did I freeze with the realization that I wasn’t actually imagining his scent. I looked up seeing him standing in the middle of the hallway looking down at me. He look doubled in size since I was sitting on the floor and he towered over me even when I was
standing.
I didn’t say anything I just stared at him, he stared back. I dropped his eyes studying his facial features. His perfect sharp nose that lead to his wonderful flawless pink lips that were so soft and warm and molded to mine perfectly, I could feel the mark there pulsing with the memory.
I moved on to his jawline that was strong and his high cheekbones, then onto his brown hair that was messy but had cute little random curls and waves in it that were in his eyes now from him looking down at me. I studied the small scar across his eyebrow and my eyes went back to his golden–light brown eyes, that caught mine. They seemed a shade darker, now.
he
This seemed all to familiar; this situation. Me sitting on the floor staring into his eyes. All it was missing was a bottle of much needed jack. I stood up holding onto the wall for support, the second I stood up, snapped.
“You’re mine” he snarled and I was snatched off the ground and being held into his body, he had his arms wrapped securely around me, trapping me against his chest. I could feel the heat between our bodies and I tensed up with his sudden contact remembering how ruthless he was. I tried to pull my hand sup to shove him away but my hands were trapped at my side from his tight hug that was now making it difficult to breathe.
I stopped worrying about what an asshole he was, about the time black dots appeared in my vision and my lungs started screaming for oxygen.
