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“That our arrangement isn’t real and has an end date, where you and I go our separate paths,” he murmurs, his knuckle tracing over my jaw lightly. “It wasn’t my place to say those things and it won’t happen again. Let’s just enjoy the time we have here.”
My emotions are a mix of relief and disappointment, when it shouldn’t be the latter. The conversation with my friends is still laying heavy in my mind and now that he’s coming in with a truce, my thoughts are a jumbled mess. I’m so confused that I don’t even know what to say at first. He may regret saying it but he still means every word he said.
“Was that an apology?” I tease, burying my complicated feelings.
“No.” He says, dangling the bag in front of my face. “This is.”
I take it from him and hurry to uncover the contents, my mouth watering as soon as I lift the lid and see four different flavors of pastries, macarons, mousse, and cupcakes. Each more pretty, colorful, and delicious than the last, and even the aroma is dizzying.
Does he expect me to eat it all? This will easily serve more than a few people.
“I didn’t know which flavor you liked, so I got a little bit of everything,” he explains gruffly. I can feel his piercing eyes watching my face for every little reaction.
“Red velvet,” I answer, picking up one of the cupcakes. “That’s my favorite.”
A low moan slips past my lips the second I bite down on the creamy top before I can stop it. Never have I tasted a dessert so exquisite in my life.
“Oh my god! This is so good.” I sigh in pleasure.
His rough inhale steals my attention and our gazes lock. They are pinned on my mouth and I lick my bottom lip on instinct. I touch around my lips with my finger in case I have cream left on my face and become embarrassed when I feel some.
With a shrug, I go to lick it off but the next second, my wrist is captured by Dash and I stare, dumbstruck, when he brings it to his lips and sucks it into his mouth. It leaves an unbridled chain reaction over my body. My nipples tighten painfully and my pussy clenches, aching to feel his tongue when he licks my finger.
“It is good,” he rasps in a dark and rough voice. It’s as chocolaty as the cupcake in my hand.
Then, all too soon, he breaks the connection by dropping my hand and cloaking his sharp features into his famous broody mask. Like he didn’t just soak my panties a second ago.
Left my skin covered in goosebumps.
Made me breathless.
Needy.
Dripping.
“We leave in two hours,” he informs, backing away. “I’ll be in the living room working, if you need anything.”
Without another word, he turns his back to me and leaves.
I’m so in over my head.
Chapter Twenty-eight
DASH
Obsession is like a disease.
Incurable.
Poisonous.
Addictive.
The deadliest thing about it is that it never goes away, not completely, and simply fools us into believing we have absolved ourselves. Love, one can grow out of, but never obsession. It fades into the background, disguises and submerges in a dark recess of our mind until destiny collides you with the heart of your obsession.
And then… you’re fucked.
Bianca became the heart of my obsession seven years ago.
