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Yeah, like when does the sacrifice take place.
My eyes trace the letters of the word written on his mask, and I know he can probably see the color of my eyes through mine, but I don't care. I'm curious as to why he would wear a mask with the words EVOL, which I noticed is love spelled backward. He's a mystery, but I have much more to learn from the man behind the mask.Like the fact he makes me wet.
He remains still, and I can feel his eyes on me even though I can't see them. I can feel the pull of energy mixed with the danger he gives off. It reminds me of lightning when it flashes, and you're waiting for the sound of thunder.
"I'll see you at seven," he finally says, breaking the silence. He walks away, disappearing out of the room.
Ikeep looking at the image under the glass of my desk. Seated in my office chair, I’m watching her place a mat on the floor. No way will she work out with so much clothing on, so I wait patiently, wanting to see what her body looks like when she removes the hoodie and sweatpants.
When I asked her to meet me for dinner at seven, I stood there like an idiot staring at her eyes. From what I have heard, I know she’s beautiful. She doesn't post pictures of her on the internet; there are only pictures of John Sinclair's daughter from when she was a lot younger. The color of her eyes reminds me of a hidden oasis in a vast desert. The hue is a delicate fusion of cerulean and emerald. Fucking breathtaking.
I was so close, within arm's reach, and I itched to rip off the mask from her face. But I know I have to be patient. The last thing I need is to be married to an unwilling woman. If she wants to be difficult and wear the mask for now, then so be it.
I continue to watch her like the creep she accused me of being when she finally slides the sweatpants the rest of the way down her legs.Jesus. She’s wearing a full black bodysuit molded to her perfect body.
I shift in my chair, adjusting my hard cock as I watch her move into a headstand, curving her body with her legs in the air.
"Kill."
I look up at the sound of Ciro's voice. My best friend since I decided to conduct business off the island and into the city of the mainland. I met him when I decided I needed answers as to why my parents died and what they were into. He was on the streets dealing, trying to make money, saving as many people as possible from hunger and disease.
"What's up?"
I brought him and a group of his friends to help me build a network off the grid where people can buy what they need to feed their families. A network hidden from the assholes who run the world or live in the City of God.
Everything will be accessible like the old days through the black market—drugs, medication, gas, banned items, and food––real food. Not the synthetic healthy shit they make seem is better.
He walks closer and looks down at the screen. "Damn, Kill. Is that her?"
I close the window on the screen from inside the gym and meet his gaze. "Yeah."
He rubs his hand through his straight blond hair and gives me a smirk. "Why is she wearing a mask?"
I shrug. " She's trying to get under my skin, I guess."
He laughs. "I guess with a body like that, it doesn't matter what her face looks like. Does it?"
For whatever reason, Ciro mentioning her body bothers me. It’s the second time it’s happened. First with the doctor and now with him.
"You know why she is here… for me."
He raises his eyebrows. "How does Blair feel about it? Does she know?"
"My personal business doesn't involve Blair. She knows the score."
"Are you sure about that? I don't think she sees things that way between you two."
"You let me handle Blair. What is going on with the next shipment?"
Blair knows that we can never be more than what we are. We fuck when the moment arises, and that’s it. There is no room for her in my life other than that. I have a legacy to fulfill and need an heir to continue what I have built. It's high society rules. I need to play both sides to stay viable, and I can't complicate my life with a woman who doesn't understand the bigger picture.
"The shipment is fine. Payment should arrive at midnight, and it will be sent as scheduled. By the way, the race is at the end of the month. Are you showing up?"
"You know I don't miss a race. It's still on."
"Now, that’s what I'm talking about. It’s going to be epic. Huge party, motorcycles racing, and of course, you on the track." He points at the black screen. "When is the big day?"
"Sooner than anyone thinks."
