Cheaters

by Abigail Davies

“However, I’m still disappointed in you for wearing that outfit to my class. You made focusing impossible. I was hard the whole goddamn time.”

“I just wanted you to see me as an adult.” “Be assured, Jenica darling, I absolutely see you as an adult.”

“You are laughing at me? What is this?” His brows furrowed, and that only made me laugh harder. “Raphael, hear yourself. This dessert, you’re head over heels!” “Are you trying to say that I’m in love with food?” “Or at least this dessert.” “Hmm…” He seriously pondered the idea. I laughed so hard that my stomach ached. “You can’t be seriously wondering if you love it. I was half expecting you to swoon over it. Your eyes became misty at just the thought of it.” “I’m a man. There was no mist in my eyes.”

“I enjoyed watching the passion behind proving me wrong in your body language, but people were staring and I didn’t like it. Never have liked how other people attract to you as I do.”

Raphael growled before scathing his teeth down my neck. “Why can’t I just let you go?” He growled before sucking on the same place again.

Raphael Dubois was in love with me. I knew, though, that he’d probably never acknowledge it to himself, let alone me.

“I just want to hold you and pretend like nothing else matters tonight. I never thought that I’d have you in my arms again, and here we are. This is what I needed. You, Anise. It’s always you.”

“Girlfriend?” He gasps and backs up. “You don't want that. You don't fucking want that. No one would want that!” He yells at me.

Pain rips me open worse than before now that my chance at joy sits right behind the door. She's so close; if only I could open the door.

She needs me. I know she does. If only I fucking deserved her.

breathing hotly against my ear, tongue farting out to touch the shell

Oh god. That has to be one of the worst typos I've ever seen! Embarrassing. LOL

“How could I ever forget you, my darling girl?” The woman who killed me long before I even died.

“You made me this way, Talia. You don’t like what you see because you did this to me. So, do you see it yet, darling girl? Do you see what I’ve turned into?”

And I let him. I let him kiss me like it would be the last kiss of our lives.

Damn. I’d kissed those lips this morning. I’d made out with her like an obsessed teenage boy.

“Yes, I’m older.” He cocks a brow. “That shouldn’t matter.” The hand massaging my lower calf inches up closer to my knee. “Tell me it doesn’t matter.” “It doesn’t matter,” I say without hesitation.

“Fuck,” she mumbled under her breath. “She told me this would happen. She told me, but did I listen? No, I did not, and now look! Stones raining down from the sky! An asshole in a goddamn suit looking like Keanu goddamn Reeves in The Devil’s Advocate—only hotter—who can materialize from nothing! Why did I not listen to the crazy old bitch?”

“This is your last chance to bow out gracefully. Surrender your soul to me, and this will go no further.”

“Fifty years is a blip to you,” she retorted dully. “It will be an eternity without you.”

He was just for me. My secret.

Saying goodbye to her tomorrow might damn well be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. But she deserves better than an asshole like me.

Catching me off-guard, she nestles against my chest, and half-asleep, says, “I love you, Delgado.” I haven’t heard a woman say that to me in a long time. To be honest, I think I love her too. No, that’s bullshit. I know I love her too.

“I’m desperate to fuck you, Bluebird.” I could still taste the sweet tang of her sweat all these hours later.

“You hate it. Logically, it makes no sense. I've taken your freedom away from you. Your whole life has become mine to toy with and yet behind the anger, I still see your attraction.”

“I watched you in the rain and I thought you were the most stunning woman.”

“It’s like someone handpicked my favourite pieces of a woman and slotted them all together.” “Killer and a romantic. Hold on to your hearts, ladies.” She widens her eyes, making me laugh loudly. She rolls over and away from me, fighting another smile.

“I will push every damn day, Avery, even if it takes me six weeks, six months, or even six fucking years. I’ll push until you let me in.” I nip her earlobe, eliciting a sharp gasp from her fuckable mouth. “You're a criminal,” she croaks. “A killer.” “I’m a lot of things, Avery, but the only thing you need to concern yourself with is how good a man I am to you.”

“I want you, and I’m willing to burn the fucking world alive to have you.” “You don't even know me,” I whisper, trying to reason with him. “I know that being selfish with you is the best fucking thing I will ever do.”

“Ka’u Lokelani.” My rose. He whispers the words while staring deep into my eyes. I stare back into his, getting lost in their stained glass like depth. Every shade of brown possible, like they hold the entire world within them, spears me to the core.

I close my eyes. He never has to know. I’ll be a good girl. For him. Something inside my stomach jolts. I smile, staring out at the horizon. I’ll be a good girl. For us.

Stella. My Stella.

She is so fucking gorgeous, and I’m an idiot for not making sure she knew that every day of her life.

I won’t survive losing her. But I’m ready to have my wife to myself.

I have always loved her and thought her to be beautiful and sexy. But seeing her like this? Uninhibited and this turned on for me? There’s nothing sexier, nothing I want more, than my Stella Ray.