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How Niall impressed someone like her is beyond me. Can’t she see he’s an arrogant prick who only cares about himself? Or maybe she’s just like him.
If that plus the fact that she’s my stepbrother’s girlfriend doesn’t lessen my attraction to her, I’m seriously fucked. Again, that boggles my mind. Women hardly ever distract me, yet I’ve thought about Bianca more than any other girl in my entire life.
I blame it on the fact that I didn’t get to fuck her out of my system that night or that she’s the first girl to not fall for my charms.
Instead, she insulted me, followed by threatening to call the cops for being in my own house. I didn’t know whether to laugh or admire her unafraid attitude, considering her vulnerable state. Not that I minded.
What hot-blooded man would? Those tits and them lean legs I wanted wrapped round my waist live in my head rent-free. Purple has officially become my favorite color.
If she wasn’t off-limits…
I let the thought drop.
Even if she were single, one night is all I can give her. I’ve no intention of tying myself down to anyone for the rest of my life. It has disaster written all over it, especially for a man like me with demons that would send any woman running.
Unlocking the front door, I’m welcomed with darkness and silence as I make my way to the kitchen to find some alcohol. Sliding my suit jacket off, I throw it on the back of the couch and loosen my tie. The past week has been super hectic, more so than usual when you’re starting your own company.
Soon after graduation and working for a firm, I had realized it wasn’t for me and that I wanted my own business. I had grown up seeing my father build his own defense equipment company after retiring from the army and I knew I wanted to work in the same industry, except I didn’t want to continue his legacy but build my own.
At least one thing I can thank my father for is his discipline and dedication toward work that he built in me. Those are the only good memories I have of him when he used to take me to his offices and manufacturing plant alongside him.
There are times when I wonder if, subconsciously, I’m still trying to earn his approval.
Or trying to compete against him.
“Ouch, shit!”
The loud curse yanks me back to the present and I’m momentarily awestruck, staring at Bianca as she skips on one foot to go settle down on the couch. She came from the direction of the stairs on my right and can’t see me since her back is to me as she walks by.
Just like last time, she’s wearing almost next to nothing, dressed in sleep shorts and a cami with one strap falling dangerously low on one shoulder.
What the hell is she doing in the middle of the night?
The girl is strange, I swear.
I ignore the jealousy that flickers in my chest, knowing she wore this outfit for Niall and probably came from his bedroom.She’s not mine, I remind myself. Nonetheless, I keep seeing the vision of her lying underneath him, kissing him… fucking him.
The male pride and ownership in his eyes when he yanked her into his arms after catching us so indecently close, filled me with rage.She’s mine, was the message I’d gotten loud and clear.
Suddenly, I wanted to steal her from him.
And as I stare at her, the idea sounds tempting. Nothing will hurt his ego more than me stealing his prized possession.
The room is dark so she doesn’t see me lurking in the shadows just a few feet from her. She can’t hear the illicit and dangerous intentions forming with each second that passes. Nor do I make my presence known, content on watching while she’s unaware. Oblivious. Beautiful.
Some of the light from the stairway drifts into the living room, casting a soft glow on her profile while her body is slightly turned away from me. I breathe quietly, not wanting to alert her to my presence yet, while sipping from my glass of whiskey I poured earlier.
I’m guessing she hit her foot in the dark and I wince, knowing that always hurts like a bitch. I would find it funny that it made her upset enough to curse out loud but I can’t see past the haze of lust she’s cast on me.
The adorable yet fiery woman intrigues me.
Abruptly, she stands up and my fingers tighten around the glass when she bends over, giving me a view of her tight ass as she searches for something on the couch. Once she finds it, she straightens and I realize it was her phone. She’s about to turn around and leave when it rings loudly, startling her.
“Ro!” she says, her hand coming to rest on her heaving chest. “You scared me.”
“Why am I awake?” she repeats incredulously to whoever is on the other end before plumping down on the couch. “Why are you? You’re calling me in the middle of the night.”
I shouldn’t be eavesdropping on her private conversation but my house, my rules. It’s not my problem she’s lost in her own little bubble. My grin is devious because after tonight, she’ll think twice about letting down her guard at my place.
