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Upon my discovery last night, I learned that were his and her closets, both the same size, two levels meticulously organized. Judas’ had a capsule wardrobe, which wasn’t surprising while mine was full of more clothes than I could ever wear in an entire year.
There was everything from cocktail and club dresses to sweats and booty shorts. The shoes and accessories were more the same. He had thought of it all and nailed what would be considered my own personal style with the exception of some wildly glam evening gowns.
I didn’t want to sound like a bougie bitch but standing in such a big-ass closet certainly made me appreciate that the twisted asshole I hated to love had enough cash to make me feel as if I could be one. The center island had a tall jewelry box full of a few diamond pieces.
Keeping in mind his attire request, I went with a simpler option and grabbed a skater-style chevron dress and black strapped heels I wouldn’t struggle to walk in.
Once I gathered all the other items, I’d need I set about getting myself clean and primped. The heated shower felt like heaven on my aching muscles. I pushed my hair back from my face and examined the marks Judas had left on me. There was an impression of his fingers in a light-colored bruise on each hip where he’d gripped to keep me still. I knew I’d find another mark on my throat that would need to be covered up.
The night before played through my mind like a film reel in high definition. I clenched my thighs in a vain attempt to ward off the desire to experience what he’d done between them again.
Our short game of Russian roulette would go down as one of my favorite forms of foreplay.
That was a secret I would never share with him despite his thoughts on the subject.
As husband and wife.
I couldn’t imagine that.
I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against the slick mosaic tiles. We’d crossed the line that had always blurred where we were concerned. There were a lot of reasons it shouldn’t have happened, but it had and I enjoyed nearly every second of it.
Dealing with the fallout was another matter entirely. Last night wasn’t simple, animalistic fucking without reason. Our bodies tangled together was the start of solidifying the frayed bond between our souls. I held him close and breathed him in. I relished the brutal way he reminded me of what I’d been trying to deny since I was seventeen.
I knew this would change things between us but that didn’t mean I was ready to acknowledge whatever that may be.
I could lie again and again refusing to accept it meant anything. People fell into bed together all the time, but we weren’t people.
No matter how I reasoned with myself, his every touch was a fatal blow to the barricade I’d erected around my heart to protect it from the one man I dared to love.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I had the pill halfway to my mouth when Judas came to hurry me along.
“You’re still not ready?”
“I am ready, right after I take this,” I grumbled. It hadn’t even been that long, and beauty took time. I told him as much after I swallowed my birth control and chased it with a bottle of water from the mini-fridge.
I was somewhat surprised he stood there and watched me without comment. I knew he wanted kids. He’d made that fact known.
I on the other hand wasn’t sure how I felt about being a mother or having little Judas demons to tame.
I don’t think the world was ready for that kind of catastrophe.
“Rhiannon you could wear rags and still look just as beautiful as you always do,” he replied to my complaint of him rushing me.
“That wasn’t the point, but thanks for the compliment.”
“Fact, not a compliment,” he corrected.
His gaze fell to the nightstand where the phone he’d deemed mine remained. “Is the cellphone going to be another argument?”
I finished off my water and shook my head. “There’s no reason for me to carry it. Who am I going to call?”
“Me.”
“Right, because we have so much to catch up on.”
“That mouth of yours is going to pay for every smart-ass remark out of it.”
He grabbed my phone from the nightstand and shoved it in his pocket when he realized I had none.
“You need to start carrying a purse—a large one.”
I laughed. “Any other fashion tips you wanna share?”
“Yes, actually. When we’re home, don’t wear underwear. I want easy access.”
“I’ll pencil that in my notes.”
“Be sure that you do.”
He grabbed my hand and linked our fingers together--a preference of his.
“Who makes the bed?” I asked as he led me from the room. I’d noticed last night that someone had come in and set everything anew.
