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There would always be time to sin with my priest.
I stood up, and he followed suit. I spoke as we moved out of the pew, “I should go. There’s going to be a party tonight. You probably don’t want to come, but it will be all about me, so if you’re feeling bored, feel free to stop by.” This time it was I who stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his.
His warmth blossomed within me, and when he wrapped his arms around my lower back to pull my body closer to his, I sighed into the kiss. Pulling myself away from this man was the hardest thing ever. I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay there, have him lay me down before the altar, and…
Well, you know.
But, alas, I could not stay, so even though it was the struggle to rule all struggles, I pulled my mouth off his and whispered, “I’ll see you later.”
Back home, I finally sat Zander down and told him who was on his way to the house. Knocked out two birds with one stone: I told Zander and Cade at the same time. Hey, juggling this many men, I had to learn to be efficient.
We were in the living room on the first floor. I was standing before the fireplace, while Zander and Cade both sat on the couch. After I told them, neither one of them said anything right away. I could tell by the look on Zander’s face, though, that he was dubious.
“Are you sure about this?” Zander asked. “Can you really trust him? I mean, regardless of what’s going on between you two, you had a common goal, a common enemy, and now that that enemy is gone—”
“Things will be different, I know, but maybe that’s a good thing,” I said.
“He’s just—” Zander stopped himself from saying whatever was on the tip of his tongue. “I just… I don’t know, Giselle. Obviously, it’s your choice, but it’s something you should think long and hard about.”
See, that’s where Zander was wrong. This wasn’t something I needed to take loads of time to think about. This was something I knew in my gut, and taking time to think, to weigh all the pros and cons, would only delay the inevitable.
Zander glanced at Cade. “What are you thinking, buddy?”
Cade shot him an annoyed look, the handsome blond’s features twisting into a scowl—AKA the look he typically wore when anyone called him buddy or friend or even Superman. His light eyes turned my way, his scowl fading when he looked at me. “I think it’s Giselle’s decision, and if she thinks he’s the best-suited, then he’s the best-suited.”
Zander rolled his eyes. “See? This is one of those rare occasions when you’re supposed to be on my side—”
“Why the fuck should I be on your side, ever?”
“Because sometimes we have to have a unified front,” Zander explained to him. “Sometimes we have to be manly men and put our feet down—”
I folded my arms over my chest and tilted my head at the men on the couch. “I don’t think this is one of those situations, Zander. And besides, you know more than anyone that putting your foot down with me will never work.” I mean, let’s not forget that I went against Zander’s wishes to join the Playground, where I first met Cade as a nameless one-night stand.
Man, things really did escalate from there, huh?
My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out to find that the man of the hour was here. “You two stay down here. I’d like some privacy when I tell him.”
“Uh-huh,” Zander huffed. “We both know what that means.” Beside him, Cade was rubbing his cheek and staring off into the distance, as if trying not to think about what that meant.
Just because I wanted privacy with him didn’t mean anything would happen.
I left the living room and headed toward the front door. I pulled it open the same moment the doorbell rang, and I greeted the man who stood outside with a small smile. “Come in,” I said, stepping aside and letting him in.
Damian’s dark eyes ate me up, that blasted smirk deepening on his face as he stepped around me. “I was surprised to get your text. What could be so urgent, I wonder?” He ran his tongue along his lower hip, as if he was imagining certain things.
Certain dirty things. Naked things. Things him and I hadn’t exactly done yet.
Or maybe that was just in my imagination, since Zander got my mind in the gutter.
“Come on,” I said. “Let’s talk upstairs.” I led Damian to the grand staircase, where we went up. I brought him to Miguel’s office; it was the only room in the house I hadn’t gone through yet to purge all of his belongings.
Eh, he probably had some important shit in this office, anyway. Best to keep it for now, just in case—at least until I got the hang of everything.
“Well, well, well,” Damian mused, that smirk still on his face as he started to circle the room. “Did you bring me here to offer me this office?” He made it to the high-backed leather chair behind the mahogany desk, and he plopped himself down, leaned back, and set his hands behind his head while lifting his legs and placing his shoes on the corner of the desk.
I stood on the outside of the desk. “Not exactly.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring. I set it on the desk, right in the middle, halfway between us. “I wanted to offer you this.”
Damian’s smirk fell away, and he took his feet off the desk and reached for the ring. He picked it up and studied it, and then he noticed I wore a ring just like it. His dark brown eyes bored into me as he asked, “What is this, baby girl? What exactly are you offering me?”
