Page 122 of Angel

She stepped close, her eyes gleaming as she tried to wrap her arms around my neck for a kiss.

I jammed my palm into her shoulder, pushing her back.

‘We’re way past this, Evangeline,’ I stated. ‘You and I do not exist beyond me helping you out one last time for old times’ sake.’

‘Fine,’ she pouted, tossing her limp hair. ‘Will you at least stay until I get changed?’

I nodded, eager to leave so I could get back to Roxy.

I leaned on the kitchen island, amazed at my immunity to her charms while she disappeared into the primary.

Pulling out my phone, I opened a delivery app to order her a meal and basic groceries.

A minute later, the bedroom door clicked open, and Evangeline walked out into the lounge, naked.

Shoulders thrown back, tits out, biting her lip in what she imagined was a sensual gesture.

I jolted and stared at her, my stomach twisting with revulsion as my eyes swept over her gaunt frame, bony hips, and track marks dotting her pale skin.

She had lost an alarming amount of weight, hollowing her curves until she appeared like a walking ghost rather than the woman I once craved.

She had never seemed less attractive to me than in this exact moment, her former hold on me long gone.

What the hell did I ever see in this woman?

I shook my head as she strutted toward me.

Evangeline had always been entitled, full of herself, and spoiled rotten, never hearing the word no from anyone in her life, including me back then.

She might have had a chokehold on my youth, but those days were dead and buried under six feet of cold, hard reality.

‘Thought I made it clear that you and I are done,’ I snarled.

‘We were never done in the past, Angel,’ she purred, stepping close and running a brittle fingernail down the front of my shirt. ‘We always made up; you know you want this.’

‘I’m married, Evangeline,’ I said, leaning back and locking my jaw as I stared down at her with cold disgust.

She scoffed.

‘To my fuckin’ weak, pathetic sister.’

‘Don’t you dare mention Roxy with your trash mouth. She’s more woman than you, and if you ever speak of her like that again, you’ll never see me again.’

She reared her head back in shock. ‘You’ve developed feelings? For her?’

I clenched my teeth, refusing to give in to her needling.

‘We were meant to get married, me, so imagine it is me,’ she purred, trying to rub herself all up on me.

The fact that she was pushing me to betray Roxy made my stomach turn with pure disgust.

The irony of turning down the woman I once loved for the sister I now respected and called my wife hit me like a sledgehammer.

Meanwhile, Evangeline latched onto me, running her hands all over my chest.

I shuddered and shoved her back hard until she stumbled back three feet, tumbling into the couch.

‘Stop this sick game and put some clothes on,’ I growled.