I take care of business, tuck myself away, wash my hands and pull the door open… and freeze. I blink, checking I haven’t conjured her in my mind, but no, like Déjà vu, it’s her. Anais. I should’ve known she’d follow me.
Staring, I push my hands into my pockets. Her expression is hard; no trace of the girl she was outside.
“You’re avoiding me.” It’s not a question, but a fact.
Because it’s true. I have been.
I sigh. “What do you want, Anais?”
She reels back as if I slapped her.
My heart pangs in my chest, that damn ache growing painful.
She straightens, her lilacs locking on me. “I want to tell my brother about us.”
“What? No.”
“The sooner we tell him, the sooner he can start forgiving you.”
“What the fuck, Anais? No. There is no us.”
She flinches but quickly recovers. “There is.” Her voice leaves no room for argument.
I glance around, making sure no one is lurking in the shadows watching us. Then I close the distance, pinning her against the wall, and caging her in with my arms. My thigh wedges between hers.
“Anais,” I breathe, voice low. Being this close to her is dangerous. Her scent invades my nostrils. And without thought, I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent like a starved man. Fuck. I really shouldn’t have done that. Now I really am screwed.
“Please, Evan,” she pleads. “I know you’re pulling away because of Harrison. But he’ll come around.” I bite the erratic pulse point in her neck, then run my tongue against the throbbing flesh, soothing the skin. “I want you.” She moans, grinding her pussy against my thigh.
Something inside me snaps. I shouldn’t be doing this. I really shouldn’t. But… my lips smash to hers in a punishing kiss. Because quite frankly she deserves to be punished for making me lose my fucking mind. Like a starving wolf, I hungrily devour her. My cock hardens in my pants, heart hammers in my chest. She’s a fucking drug and in this moment, I’ll gladly be her addict. Fuck me. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want this woman. And it’s been too long since I had her last. I want to crawl inside her and make myself a home. I want to…
I’m so far gone, I don’t hear the sound of footsteps on the tiles or the gasp that follows. All I feel is Anais pulling away from me, and the displeasure surging inside me that she’s ruining this moment.
And then I hear it. The shrill, poisonous voice of a person I never expected to be here.
“Well, well, well. So, this is why you won’t get back with me? Because you’re fucking your best friend’s little sister.”
I spin around so fast, I’m surprised I don’t get whiplash.
And there she stands.
Smug and gloating.
My ex-girlfriend.
Valentina.
Fuck.
Chapter 40
Anais
Evan pulls away, putting space between us. I reach for him, but it’s like grasping air. Impossible. My hammering heart sinks to my stomach. I’m losing him…
Again.
My gaze flicks to the woman watching us.
