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My anxiety level had reached epic proportions as I managed to change my mind at least twenty times before going through with it.
Everything was a blur. The Academy courses, the time spent with my family, and even the school breaks used attached by Cole’s side.
I went to one of the bars in the mansion, in search of a bottle of red wine to calm my nerves, but the honey-colored liquor that Brax used to drink looked much more appealing.
Just a few sips,I said to myself, making the bad decision of taking them directly from the bottle. No Miss Perfection award from anyone who’d see me, but then again, I was far from being perfect. More like perfectly broken.
I must’ve miscalculated the amount of whiskey that went into a glass compared to the quantity that went down my throat. After only what I thought to be two fingers in a cup, I was already feeling tipsy. So tipsy, in fact, that the doorknob seemed to be moving around randomly as I tried to push it to open.
It was probably for the best. I needed a boost to be able to walk out of the room and follow down my path.
I quickly realized Ferris wasn’t inside his room. Unusual for him to be out, especially at that hour, but there was no way of backing down.
I decided to light a few candles while I waited for him to return. The task was quickly completed, and before I knew it, I was lying lazily on a couch, staring at the ceiling.
In need of some company, I trailed my eyes across the space and stumbled onto a bottle of champagne. I couldn’t declare myself a fan of the sparkling liquid, but in those moments, anything could work.
After performing a magic trick and almost breaking every chandelier in the room, I had barely got the cork to pop. Finally, it was free, and the foam was filling a crystal glass.
To my surprise, I did like that particular champagne. It tasted fruity and sweet, pretty much like the lies I kept feeding myself every time I tried to find some reasoning in Brax’s or Ferris’s behaviors.
I was thinking about the wolves— at least one of them. And there he was, walking through the door,
‘Bea?’ His tone showed surprise to find me there. I could only hope it was the good kind of surprise.
‘I hope I’m not imposing,’ I spoke while refilling my glass for the... hmmm... for the who-knows-what time?
‘You never impose on me. Though I must ask, how long have you been in here?’
‘Not really sure. Long enough to notice you weren’t in.’
‘Yeah... I had a meeting with some bank representatives. Getting things rolling.’
‘You were out?’ I was surprised that he left the house, although it needed to happen at some point.
‘Not exactly. I was downstairs, in one of the conference rooms. I had asked them to come here.’ After all, the Ayers name did hold a certain value. ‘Still, you haven’t answered my question.’
‘I don’t really know... This long ago. I tilted my champagne bottle in front of the fireplace to allow him to see how much of the magic liquid was still left in it. ‘Enough left to share it with you,’ I reached for another glass and filled it so he could clink it against mine.
‘Are we celebrating something?’ he asked, knowing damn well that there was nothing to celebrate... except—
‘This.’ My lips magnetized towards his, making the best of any second we shared.
‘I’ll have a cradle of champagne prepared for the next time.’ He was moving his lips not only to speak but also to respond to my kiss.
‘A cradle sounds nice. It would certainly last until the morning.’
‘I can make it last until the morning without bringing the cradle of champagne into the equation.’
‘Men...’
‘Maybe you need a sample of my true abilities.’ He drew me against him, like the perfect prey, falling right into my trap.
‘Maybe I do...’ I placed my glass on a small table next to me, then shifted to close the distance between us. A smile full of under meaning bloomed in the corner of my mouth while my hands glided from the edge of my collar to my breasts. I let them pause there for an instant, gently clutching my fingers until his hungry gaze was transparent with the thought that he wished to replace them with his own.
The black in his eyes was glowing with the temperature of a hundred suns, filled with all wicked thoughts— though none darker than my own. Pressing my palms in the center of his chest, I let them slowly drift away to unravel each rocky shape of his torso. I didn’t stop there but let them wander further, testing the line of his jeans, letting them slide along the hems until I could see him trying to swallow the knot forming in his throat.
He was hooked, and it was time to finally reel him in.
