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Slowly he raises a hand to slowly move a lock of hair away from my collar bone, skimming his fingertips along my skin making me shiver. I wish he wouldn’t touch me like that. To say that I wasn’t attracted to him would be a lie. But that’s all it is, an attraction. Deep down I believe he’s a good guy. Especially after what he did for me with Millie. But the feelings I have towards him are nothing compared to what I feel for Caleb. Caleb maybe dangerous and unpredictable, but he’s my dangerous and unpredictable, and I believe him when he says he loves me.
His green eyes remain locked on mine. “You are so fucking beautiful?” he says in a deep and sultry tone. “I’m going to give you two seconds to leave this room before I bend you over this mirror and make you watch yourself coming all over me, Jordin.”
I swallow hard clenching my thighs. I need to go, need to move but for whatever reason I can’t. My feet stay rooted to the spot like their stuck in quicksand unable to be pulled free.
“You two ready?” a voice barks out from nowhere snapping me out of whatever the fuck trance I was just locked in.
“We are,” Logan answers. Not taking his eyes off mine he holds his hand out for me to take, but this time I pull away making my way down the oak staircase to my awaiting grandfather.
Chapter Sixty-two
Jordin
“MissMaloti.”
The limousine driver stretches out a hand for me to take. I thank him with a kind smile not wanting to speak in case gibberish blurts out with the nerves and butterflies that sit deep in the pit of my stomach. I don’t know what to expect from tonight or why is my grandfather putting on a show for me. All I want to do is to get this over with quickly so I can go home, open my window and wait for Caleb to come and hold me tight in his arms. The craving I have for him is getting stronger by the day. I’m falling so deep that it scares me. I’ve never wanted to be totally and utterly consumed by another before him. To have them love me in a way that possesses every inch of their soul. To worship every inch of my body the way he does with mine. Is this really what love feels like? If it is I want more.
“You look radiant my dear,” Ian says kissing me lightly on the cheek he slapped earlier. I wince from the pain pulling away from him but he stops me squeezing my arm tight enough to leave a bruise.
“You don’t open your mouth tonight unless spoken to, understand? Nothing will compare to what happened earlier if you do.”
I begin to shake with fear.
“Do not disappoint me because you won’t like the consequences. You nod, smile, and speak only when spoken to just like the rest of the women. You step out of line once and I will have you dragged out, beaten, and locked in your room until I see fit that you can behave. No matter what is said tonight you keep your mouth shut. Do I making myself clear?”
Tears threaten to prick the corners of my eyes but I bat that shit down. I need to stay strong to show him that he can’t scare me.
Straightening my shoulders and steeling my voice I reply, “I understand.”
He holds out his arm for me to take, “Good. Let’s not keep our guests waiting.”
I internally scream as I take hold of his arm but keep walking through the castle holding my head high until we make our entrance into the large ballroom were all eyes immediately turn to me.
Chapter Sixty-three
Caleb
Iwonderwhataheart attack feels like. Is this it? Palpitations in your heart that beat a mile a minute? Gripping pain crawling up your neck squeezing so tight you feel like you might choke? I loosen a shirt button at the collar to lessen the restriction waiting for her to walk in the door. That’s when I see her.
She’s the most beautiful girl in the room on any given day, but in that red dress that shows off her tanned skin and long lean legs, she’s breath-taking. Every man in the room is mesmerised by her beauty and I can’t even tell them that she’s mine.
“Look at him, waltzing her in here like he’s the fucking king of the jungle,” Colton says saddling up from behind me. I see no one else but her and the terror written all over her beautiful face that I want to kiss away. What has he done to make her this way? She’s visibly trembling. I will fucking kill him if he’s hurt her. I grip the whiskey glass in my hand so hard I feel it beginning to crack when Logan places his hand on the small of her back. If you blinked you would have missed it but I noticed the little jolt in her body when he touched her. When she seen that it was him something passes between them that calmed her a little. A jealous rages takes over me when she smiles up at him as Ian leads them on further into the room introducing her to Antonio Rossi, head of the Italian crime family on the south coast and his son Mica who’s eying her up like she’s his next fucking meal.
“Easy brother,” Saint whispers faintly into my ear, steering me away from them and back to our table.
Easy for him to say. It’s not Lexy that’s being paraded around like a prized piece of meat at a farmers market.
One by one each of the families greet her. The men shaking Ian’s hand, whilst the wive’s and girlfriends kiss her on the cheek and pull her in for an embrace. She smiles warmly at each of them but I know my Jordin. I know what her real smile looks like. It could light up a room on a dark gloomy day instantly making you feel better, make your heart jump with excitement wanting to see it again. This isn’t her.
Almost an hour passes when Ian finally makes his way over to us. Her eyes immediately find mine igniting a spark back in them. I make a move to go to her but Saint gently tugs at my arm holding me back in a firm grip.
“Don’t do it,” I hear him say into my back but its fucking killing me. I can see it in her eyes that she wants to come to me to.
“Ian. It’s good to see you again,” Francis says holding his hand out for Ian.
“Francis,” Ian nods curtly returning his handshake. “Haven’t seen you since the wedding. I hope business is going well?”
“Well enough,” Francis replies firmly. “So this is the beauty everyone has been talking about?” Francis says taking Jordin’s hand in his. “And what a beauty you are my dear. Just like your mother,” He kisses the back of her hand gently before she pulls it back.
