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I couldn’t afford any distractions, not today and not ever. I could see this girl would be a fucking big one if I let her in. And from her reaction, she would unknowingly and unquestionably fall hard.
I shook my head, waving off those incredibly juicy thoughts, letting go of her as brutally and coldly as possible, making her stumble back onto her feet.
I had to push her away, make her erase that look from her face. The one that painted me as Prince fucking Charming. I had seen it before on so many other girls, it was hard not to recognize.
She stood there in front of me, her perfect shape alluring me like a moth to a flame. Her long brown hair framed the most beautiful face I’ve seen, while a look of disappointment furrowed her brow.
She looked too good to be true, which normally meant it was.
All my alert signs were triggered as I saw just how idyllic she was for me. As if she was handpicked to meet all my preferences. I couldn’t have done it better if I had built her myself.
And then there was the other thing. The similarities to a ghost I wished I’d never met.
Red fucking flag. Someone sent her. It’s too much of a coincidence to be just that.
"Watch where the fuck you're walking!" I roared, staring intensely at her with a deadly glare and a menacing tone. I saw her flinch as she took the unexpected hit of my words. It didn’t match whatever had just flowed between us as I held her against my body, but she had to know I would figure her deception out.
"Forgive me, Your Highness, king and ruler of New York City!” She scoffed back with a theatrical and sarcastic bow. “Maybe next time you should try watching where the fuck you’re going!" She was either stupid or just oblivious as to who I was.
The edge and sass in her voice added another ingredient to an already perfect mix. Whoever put her up to this had been studying me closer than I would like to admit.
"Just fucking great! Now I'll have to go back to that never-ending line," I blurted, pointing to my spilled coffee. Just my fucking luck!
She was visibly disturbed by the sight once she noticed. I was sure I saw her eyes sparkle from newly formed unshed tears. She looked like a spoiled brat, a superficial daddy’s little girl crying over her ruined outfit.
She quickly spun on her heels, crossing the road in the tight jog those cock teasing high heels allowed. I watched as she cursed and gestured the whole way. Her round and sexy ass swaying, making me want to go get her back and finish what I almost started.
No, no, no. Walk away.
She would have been an interesting fuck, that was for sure. I couldn’t recall ever tasting the sunny colors of the countryside before. It’s been city girls mostly, if my memory doesn’t fail me.
My spilled coffee leaked a long trail down the sidewalk, almost reaching a lost device I could only assume was hers. A broken, lit screen flashed from it. It was hardly salvageable at all. Still, I picked it up and followed the perfect stranger into the café she had disappeared into.
There was no trace of her inside. I scanned the cramped space with my eyes before settling on the tall, skimpy man covered in a brown apron behind the counter.
“Bathroom,” he mouthed immediately.
I pushed the door open, craving another bite of her sharp tongue, yet I wasn’t prepared for what my eyes landed on. I never thought I would catch her half-naked, but fuck did I enjoy the view. I took my time, lingering a little longer than necessary before speaking, just admiring her without her even noticing.
I’d had my fair share of pussy. Tasted so many that by now they had all blended together. Almost faceless women, eager enough to blow me and walk away with no promise for a tomorrow. One night stands after the other.
I hadn’t touched this girl and somehow I had already staked a claim I couldn’t fulfill.
Damn she was perfect.
Mine.
That word rang in my head in a loop as I looked at her. I hadn’t even asked her name and yet thoughts of possession had swamped my brain without permission. There was no rhyme or reason to what I was feeling, and still, I was feeling it all.
She had broken my numbness with a severe case of pins and needles — relief and pleasure with a thick baseline of pain.
For damn sure she was different from all the others. Perfect. So perfect it could only be wrong.
When I finally spoke, she jumped in surprise, covering up. But it was too late. I had seen it all. And fuck, did I approve!
Again, I was rock hard without her even trying. Her body, her hair, her smell, even that sweet, innocent look that sparkled in her eyes. Everything about her spoke to me in a deafening volume.
The same red flag was now flashing before my eyes. She had everything I could ever dare dream of in one sexy-as-fuck package. It could only be orchestrated.
