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“Mostly.” I love that she doesn’t give me an answer.
“I’ll see you around.”
“Sure.”
She saunters away with my eyes glued to her ass.
That little meeting was another win for me; I’ve successfully painted a picture of a man that I’m not just to get closer to her.
The human parts of me may not want Gwen to be Santiago’s daughter because it’s clear she’s going through something and it’s better she doesn’t know me.
But despite myself, the selfish motherfucker inside me wants that taste I craved since meeting her and thinks it would be interesting to make the woman my wife just to claim her in every way and make her mine.
That part of me is already looking forward to seeing that perfect body of hers next time.
ChapterSeven
Gwen
I’ve just arrived at the nursing home to visit my grandmother.
I visit her every other week, but when I have more time, I’m here every week.
Usually, I worry about what condition I’ll find her in. But today, a certain ex-Navy lieutenant has occupied my mind.
I know I shouldn’t be thinking about him, especially after last night, when my instincts warned me to err on the side of caution, but I’m my worst enemy.
I’ll even admit that if I’d known talking to Malik would have the ability to rid my mind of all my worries for those few minutes, I would have ordered a lifetime supply of those moments.
I certainly wouldn’t mind a replay of the way he looked at me throughout the entire conversation.
Then there was what he said at the end. About taking me up on my original offer.
God help my poor mind when those wild images of a forbidden fantasy assaulted me, and I wished I could be as daring as Dru is always encouraging me to be.
It’s not that I don’t want to, or even that I haven’t got it in me. I just know I have to be careful.
Dru came from a normal family who loved her right until the end. I came from secrets and was the child of a forbidden affair with a dangerous man that never should have happened.
Dru also hasn’t been burned the way I have by Gage.
Gage screwed with my mind so badly, I’m not sure if I could ever trust anybody ever again.
But I suppose this morning was just a good distraction I desperately needed.
One without the enhancement of alcohol. It’s also one I’m going to handle with care because I’m almost certain I’ll be seeing my handsome ex-Navy Lieutenant sooner than I think.
When I see him, I need to control my attraction to him because even though he sold me the image of the ex-Navy lieutenant, I’m still not sure what he is.
Of course, when I got back last night, I tried to look up the meaning of his tattoos and groups that might have them. I found nothing, but you rarely tend to with people like that. If you manage to find something, it’s going to be random, meaningless shit.
All I know is that somewhere in my mind is a memory of those tattoos. Honestly speaking, though, the other Russian mafia tattoos he had were equally worrying.
No matter how nice he is to me, or how sexy he is, getting involved with a guy like that—even for one night—would be begging for trouble.
I sign in at the reception desk and make my way down the beautifully decorated corridor, which takes me into the patient garden where a few of the residents have gathered with their families.
It’s just gone six, so the sunlight is waning, creating a serene atmosphere.
