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“Jesus, Knight.” Jericho blinks several times. “Sometimes I think you make me look like a saint.”
“It was for the best, and when she finds out what I have planned, it’s going to be Armageddon.”
Suddenly, something sparks in his eyes. He looks past me, and his eyes grow large, but then he looks back at me and nods.
“So, what you’re saying is, you’re hardcore enemies, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And you feel nothing for the girl. You’d pretty much be okay if someone else had her before you say ‘I do?’”
A pang of rage twists in my gut at the idea of anyone touching or having what’s mine before or after I say ‘I do.’ Even my brother.
“Jericho, touch her, and you die. I mean it.” I do. It would be the first time we fight. I always knew if that happened, it would be to the death.
“Oh, I figured as such, and of course,Iwouldn’t do that to you. But you might want to put every other fucker in this room looking at your girl in his place.” He lifts his chin, gesturing to look behind me.
When I do, and my gaze lands on Aurora Wright, my heart slams into the walls of my chest and my pulse clatters around like beads falling to the floor.
My guard momentarily slips, and I allow myself to be a man admiring her for the beautiful woman she is.
The long lustrous strands of her hair flow down like a shower of moonlight, curving around her upper body in loose sexy waves. The style compliments the silver sequin gown hugging her body with its glamorous mermaid hem.
She’s glowing and nothing but delicious delight with those perky tits, shapely hips, and curves for miles and miles.
It’s like she just stepped out of a myth. Because only a goddess like Persephone would look like that. Like a woman worth stealing from another man. Or this world.
It’s a dangerous thought that could get me in trouble, but so will the men looking at what’s mine. It’s true, there’s not a man in here who doesn’t have his eyes on her.
I walk away without another word to Jericho and head toward Aurora.
She doesn’t see me until I’m nearly with her. When she does, she looks at me with caution.
“You’re late,” I say, although she’s not really. Especially when I’ve barely been here for five minutes. “Still hate me?”
Her gaze hardens. “Never stopped.”
“Good, you mustn’t.” I wink at her, my answer and attitude never failing to surprise her. “Were you working on chapter 19 ofGirl No. 9?”
“I did that this morning.”
“So, why didn’t you release it? Do you like keeping your readers in suspense on a huge cliffhanger?”
“It’s called a hook.”
“I beg to differ. It’s more like torture.” My eyes drop to her body and climb back up slowly, oh so slowly, to meet hers, as if I have eons left in this world to admire her. It’s almost torture not doing so.
Aurora doesn’t miss the double meaning of my words. Her cheeks flush, and I can see her doing her best to chase away the effect I have on her.
“It’s to keep people coming back.”
“Just out of interest, why’d you call the titleGirl No.9?”
“Oh, so you didn’t read the whole thing?” She feigns surprise.
“Just the parts with all your dirty fantasies, mon cherie. So, tell me, why is LailaGirl No. 9?”
“She has a controlling father who wants her to marry one of his business associates. In order to escape the marriage, she needed a lot of money, so she signs up to be a call girl. That’s how she becomesGirl. No. 9. Javier finds out about it and gives her the money, but he wants her for thirty days. He thinks it will be enough and that he’ll be able to let her go, but then he decides to fight for her.”
