Shackled Hearts (Chained Hearts Duet 4)
“I guess we all have our own rules.” I shrug.
“My turn,” she says, and I nod for her to continue. “How do you feel about me killing your father?”
Chapter Fourteen
Chanel
He’s uncomfortable. I see it in the way he moves and positions himself.
I have a feeling not many people would ask about his father. It seems that bastard was liked by no one but Lucas.
“At first, I was torn between killing you and fucking you.” He pauses. “Now, I just want to fuck you.”
“That’s not going to happen. I’m engaged,” I remind him, holding up my hand to show him my ring. He reaches for it and brings it closer to him. “Bit small, wouldn’t you say?”
“No, I wouldn’t,” I reply, pulling it back.
He’s baiting me.
Why? I do not know.
“Have you told him about me?”
That’s a hard fucking no! Lucas is not something or someone I would choose to discuss with any sane person.
“What is there to tell? You used me for your father. Not really something I should tell a man I’m going to marry, nor something I am particularly proud of.”
Lucas’s jaw tics at my words. “If I could take it back, I would.”
A part of me believes his every word.
“Why haven’t you fucked any other women?” I ask again. “I fuck my fiancé.”
“Because…” he leans in, much too close, “… it’s you I want. It’s you I want to taste.”
“That’s never going to happen.” I turn away and stare at my phone. “Time is ticking,” I remind him.
“I could take you to Disney World again. Have you been back?” he asks, avoiding my questions. “Remember how hard you came on that plane? I do.”
Of course, I remember. I’ve even gotten off on touching myself with the thought of him. Now that’s something I will never admit to him—it will only make his ego even bigger when it comes to me. We don’t need to go back to where we were because the now is better.
“No, I haven’t been back. And don’t intend to, either.”
“Why?”
Because it reminds me of you,” I tell him honestly.
A lot reminds me of him.
And a part of me hates that fact.
A smirk ghosts his lips as he sits back, one leg crossing over his other knee. I clutch my phone like it will somehow save me from the situation unfolding right in front of me.
“Why do you want to leave? Have you not missed me?” he asks again.
Biting my bottom lip, I stare at him and blink a few times.
I can’t answer that question.