Frankie (Through Time 4)

“Frankie, I knew ye at once, I did, but I will tell ye, yer picture doesn’t do ye justice…it doesn’t even begin to show all those lovely gold streaks in yer hair. Ooh, but I think I should do that with mine.”

Frankie laughed, “Thank ye, thank ye, but the same here, yer picture told me ye were a pretty thing, but Fiona, ye must have all the boys swooning, and ye don’t need any enhancement. Yer hair is lovely.” Frankie said and pulled her bag over her shoulder.

Fiona grimaced, “Well, I don’t know about that. I do know the one lad I have given m’heart and soul to just won’t commit. So I’m willing to try anything new.” She laughed and asked, “Are ye going in to see the Kells?”

“Yes…are ye as well?”

“Most certainly, I am,” Fiona linked her arm through Frankie’s and Frankie was well pleased, thinking they were off to a very decent start.

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Graely watched from another realm, and his eyes narrowed as the corner of his upper lip lifted. This flighty girl would be no help keeping his Frankie safe. In fact, he rather thought she might lead Frankie into trouble.

But, sooner or later, he would have to let go.

Frankie was already on her way to starting a new life, and she would forget about him. It was what he knew would always happen.

A sharp pain shot through him and his brows drew together.

Fiona laughed and patted Frankie’s shoulder. He scanned her making certain there was nothing Otherworldly about her—it was what he always did when Frankie met someone new. He found naught. Just an Irish lass, looking for fun. Didn’t he want his Frankie to have fun?

Yes, but…

A heavy sigh drowned out the rest of that thought. He was wicked, and beyond evil, because the truth was, he wanted to be a part of everything Frankie did. If she was going to have fun, he wanted to have fun with her. He had to get over it. He had to wish his Frankie a normal life without him.

It was a good thing that Frankie would have a roommate. At least Frankie would not be alone her first time out in the world.

It was time that he turned to the world around himself and found some genuine entertainment—perhaps the Riviera?

He was a strong male Fae and needed some relief. Didn’t he?

He couldn’t spend his days and nights thinking of a slip of a female. Could he?

No. What he needed was a dip in the Ocean, and then some fine beauty to console him, pleasure him, and make him forget what he was not entitled to have.

He could enjoy the company of a human woman without harming her. He had learned how to do that almost the first time he found himself seeking company.

Unlike his brothers, he had no wish to see a woman sexually enslaved. He never allowed his Lian to addict a human woman. He never allowed himself to lose control and hurt a frail human female. They were lovely creatures all, soft and willing, gentle of heart. He was proud that when a woman left his bed, she was sweetly pleasured and unharmed.

But when she left his bed, he found he had gotten the relief he needed, but nothing else. He still always felt empty, lost and alone.

These last few months he had been unable to bother with other females. They irritated him. None of them could measure up to what he wanted. None were Frankie.

That nonsense had to stop. Had he not been denying himself long enough? Yet, when he thought of relieving his angst and his sexual need with some stranger, he found his hands tearing through his hair.

This problem was serious. Why was it he could not take any other? He had in the past. Yet each time he looked at another woman lately, he imagined himself with Frankie and that filled him with rage at himself. He was wicked, so wicked to think of Frankie like that.

Ah, but he had needs. He was a male with needs, and those needs were not evil, they were natural and it was not evil. He was not promised to Frankie; she was not promised to him and never would be.

Even as he shifted to the lovely French coastline, walked onto the pebbly sand and stood for a moment gazing at the lovely models already glancing his way, he suddenly felt forlorn and empty.

Graely couldn’t get his thoughts off the only female that moved him to feel. Frankie, Frankie, Frankie…I am a scoundrel, and you are an angel that will never be mine.

Chapter Eight

FRANKIE DIDN’T KNOW why she turned around, but she did, and just in time to see a movement. She made a face and said, “Worley, why are you following me?” She resituated herself on the cushioned chair and looked to see if a waitress was nearby.

“Well, as to that,” the Daoine Prince said as he sat beside her. “I thought I would surprise you at some point and take you to a human restaurant where we could have a pleasant meal, and talk…”