Page 36 of My Shameless Angel


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And I hated it.

I hate the feelings this woman makes me feel. I don’t need these complications because there is only one thing I want from her. And it’s not love.

I want to own her body for my own pleasure, just like I do with all other women. I want to use it up and discard her like a useless rag.

But do I? Do I really want that?

Yes, Landon. What else could you possibly want?

A fucking relationship? Don’t be ridiculous!

So, when she gave me an opportunity to seek payment from her for this little favor of pretending to be her boyfriend, I immediately seized it. Sure, I could have straight up asked for a night with her, fuck her senseless, and fired her annoyingly amazing ass from my company.

But that’s not what I want.

I want a game. A chase. A fucking thrill. And let’s be honest, she’s the best assistant I’ve had, so it’s a shame not to use her that way also.

Lexi didn’t make any further comments as we ate and drove to her apartment. She silently stared out the window until we pulled up to the front door.

Her hand reached out for the handle, and I was ready to watch her ass walk across the sidewalk, but she stalled and turned her head my way.

“Why did you get me a new chair?” She asks, taking me by surprise with her question.

That is a good fucking question.Why did I?

It’s just another form of manipulation from my side. Part of my game.

Right?

That’s the only reason why I did it. I want to lower her guard and spread those pretty legs in front of me. Or better yet, kneel.

I shrug, “Just because. No reason.”

She narrows her eyes but doesn’t respond. This time her slender hand pulls the door handle, and she climbs out of the car with her usual grace and class.

Alexandra Ellis is the classiest girl I know, and honestly, I’m not one hundred percent confident that my games will work with her.

Why are you doing this, then? Why are you torturing this poor girl who clearly had her heart broken before.

The answer is: I don’t know. I don’t freaking know. But I can’t let her go. Does that make sense? So, I do the only thing I can and keep her close until she is fucked out of my system.

Jesus, you are so messed up, Landon.

You are indeed the evil incarnate as she says you are.

***

“What the hell are you doing here?” These are the first words that come out of that beautiful mouth this morning.

Last night after I dropped Lexi off, I couldn’t sleep. Something weird was happening, and it had nothing to do with the beeping noises from the guest room.

No, this weirdness was all in my head as I replayed our dinner at the restaurant and everything that had happened between us since I met my little minx.

Since when is she yours, Landon?

Shut up, head. I’m having enough issues with my non-existent consciousness as it is.

Anyway, as I was saying, I relived every encounter and every word we ever passed to one another, and one thing was as clear as day to me.

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