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“I heard a gunshot,” I said, the relief evident in my voice.
thought you hated me, malyshka.” “I do,”
My attention caught on something. I dropped my gaze to his grip on me, to the elastic band on his wrist. “What is . . .?” I trailed off when I realized what it was. And only because I’d worn the same wide-banded black hair ties since I could remember. My heart picked up as the memory came back, of him slipping that hair tie into his pocket while I was naked in his bed three years before. The surprise hit me so hard I went on the offensive. “That’s mine,” I accused, like it was something important he’d stolen from me. I reached for it as if to take it back, but he stopped me by grabbing that
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was making a deal with the devil. And I couldn’t even find the grace to save myself.
Last night, as his hands had been working shampoo through my hair, I’d asked him if he had a weird hair fetish. His reply was, “Only for yours.” “Why?” I’d asked breathlessly. “I love your hair, malyshka. It’s the first part of you I saw—the back of your head at your wedding. And then you turned around and looked right at me. But you weren’t looking at me—you were looking past me, toward your new husband, with this infatuated glow in your eyes. The first woman I wanted to look at me was too busy staring at another man. That was when I started to hate him—and I still do, even though he is
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She drifted down the hall, and, feeling slightly nauseous, I turned to lock my door. “I didn’t sleep with her.” Relief settled in my chest. And that annoyed me. “Didn’t ask,” I said. “I didn’t even touch her.” “Don’t care.” “The clasp on my watch broke. I left it on the table at dinner.” “Riveting.”
The reassurance :(
I faced him, leaving my key stuck in the lock. “Listen, Christian. All of this”—I gestured between us—“is too much drama for me. I swear, I’ve gained at least five pounds from the stress! And I am not giving up chocolate, dammit!” His jaw tightened as he watched an angry tear run down my cheek. “There won’t be any more drama, Gianna. This is exclusive now.” It wasn’t lost on me that I’d just told him I was ending this relationship and he’d countered with making it more serious. I blinked. “Exclusive, just sex?” He shook his head, something sardonic passing through his eyes. “Whatever you want
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I asked him if he kissed all his neighbors or just me. He looked me in the eye and said, “You’re the only woman I’ve ever kissed, malyshka.”
How could I say every strand was mine any clearer than washing it every goddamn night?
“Make it up to me in the morning.” “What are you doing?” she asked, as I got into bed with her and pulled her back against my chest. “Sleeping.” “Here?” She sounded terrified. “Yes. Now, be quiet. I’m tired.” I’d never done this in my life. Wouldn’t be able to sleep a fucking wink. “Fine.”
When you’re obsessed with something for so long and finally obtain it? It feels like coming home to God. And nobody gives up their fucking spot in Heaven.
<3
“I can find anyone . . . anywhere.” A thumb brushed my jawline. “Makes me a desirable person to have around. Antonio showed his interest in a partnership, but I had enough obligations and didn’t want to get mixed up with the Italians. I was going to meet with him and decline. But then I saw you.”
“I sought you out, just to see if you were as interesting as you looked.” His grip on my face tightened, like he was angry that I had been. “And I agreed to work with your husband. You fascinated me, but I began to hate you, too. Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I couldn’t have you. And you were so fucking beautiful.” His thumb ran down my lips. “Then, you were single, and I’d already made you hate me, too.”
“It was a relief, malyshka, because we were everything wrong for each other. But nothing has ever felt more right than finding you like this in my bed.”
“You have never looked more beautiful than you do right now, malyshka.” I flushed, my heart growing ridiculously warm. “I’m trying to be annoyed with you, if you can’t tell.” He smiled. “Ah, my mistake.”
The "Ah" tho
“Do you eat?”
“Yes, I eat.”
I bit my lip. “Italian?” “It happens to be my favorite.”
“Are your parents as good-looking as you?” I asked him after we’d been there fifteen minutes and the third woman had already come up to introduce herself. For heaven’s sake, couldn’t she see he had a date?
i love Giannaaaaaa
“Why am I the only one being practical about this?” “Because you’ve never been in this as deeply as me.”
“When I said this was new to me, I meant I can’t fucking think when it comes to you. I shouldn’t have said what I said, malyshka. The thought of someone touching you, taking you from me . . .” His gaze flashed with darkness. “It makes me feel fucking crazy.”
A tear escaped, and he brushed it away with a thumb. “I don’t know what biocoenosis is,” I said softly. “You’re not missing out.”
ahh
“There are plenty of women who could make you happier, Christian.” “You’re the only one I want.”
“Would you visit my grave if I died?” His eyes grew dark. “I’d die before you were ever in a grave, malyshka.” I loved his possessive side. And I loved his dark side, too.
“What do you want from me, Christian?” He turned to me, eyes dark. “Everything.”
“No.” She smiled sadly. “You came here for me to tell you it gets easier, that it blows over, and you’ll find a sense of control again. It doesn’t, and you won’t. Love only gets worse.” A sardonic breath left me. “I thought you believed it was just an obsession.” “Haven’t you heard? Love is an obsession. Some would even say . . . the maddest obsession.”
He sat up on the side of the bed and rested his elbows on his knees. Tension pulled tight in his shoulders, his voice emotionless. “Get out.” My stomach went cold. “What?” “I said, get out.”
no no!!!!
“If you make me walk out this door, I won’t come back, Christian. Not until you have an answer for me.” He didn’t look at me. Neither did he stop me.
:(
“Why do you kiss me?” I sighed into his mouth when he kissed me with a sweet pull. “Because you’re the only woman who’s ever tempted me.” His lips brushed mine. “Because you love it.” The last one was soft, with a possessive bite. “Because every part of you is mine.”
“Marry her, Allister, and we won’t have a problem.” If only it was that easy. My jaw tightened. “She’s not ready.” “Tough shit. If I’d asked my wife to marry me, she would have said no. So, guess what? I didn’t fucking ask her.”
I missed Nico. He's so funyyyyy!!!
“That’s not a good enough reason for me to marry you, Christian.” “Fine.” He shook his head, his eyes flashing with darkness. “How about because I love you, Gianna? Because I think I have since the moment I saw you? Because if you weren’t in this world anymore, I would find a way to take myself out of it?”
my hearttt
“You think I’m good-looking now?” His gaze filled with sarcasm. “You should have seen me as a kid.”
“You didn’t come home last night,” I said quietly. “I stayed at work.” His jaw tightened. “Can’t sleep across a hall from you.” “I slept in your bed last night.” Conflict and confusion waged in his eyes. “Why?” I stood and moved toward him. “I don’t care about what happened in your past. It doesn’t matter to me. And if you think I would see you differently because of what happened to you as a child, or even what you might have done, you don’t know me at all.”
enough it touched my heart. I breathed against his lips, “Tell me you love me again.” “I love you, malyshka.” “I love you, too, you know?”
