Jesus, she is something else. No wonder she’s haunting me. Addy Monroe is the only woman I’ve met in the last five and a half years who has eclipsed all thoughts of Livia, so if I’m honest with myself, that’s the main reason I need to be here with her. She does so many things to my body, to my emotions, but giving my heart and soul a little bit of peace is probably the single biggest one. And while I feel like a rat bastard taking something that she’s not freely offering me, I fucking need that peace like I need air. If only for a little while.
When my eyes finally collide with hers again, I let a broad, cocky smile turn my lips, as fury further turns down hers. It’s quite apropos, I think. For some reason, we seem to bring out the worst in each other. All that fire will make for one hell of a good fuck, though. She can say otherwise, but she wants me. Plain as day.
Bigs was probably right. Never shit where you eat. But hell if I care at this particular moment. All I’m doing is planning the hundred ways I’m going to make her moan, scream, and sob my name in pleasure…and maybe even a little in pain. I do keep my promises, after all.
“Hello, dear. How was your day?” I finally retort sweetly.
Her eyes light in fury.
Yeah.
This is gonna be fun.