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“That’s an invasion of—”
“His mother was killed while out shopping not long ago, Aliana.” For a second, his voice breaks and the fresh pain is written across his expression. So unguarded. Open. Not at all what I am used to from the males in my family. “This is protocol, Venus. Everyone is guarded.”
And it’s that palpable sadness that stops whatever rebuttal sat on my tongue. I’m also not going to question the nickname.
“Okay.”
He snorts. “That easy?”
“Not really, but it’s been a long day and I would rather not end it in an argument.”
“Noted.” Unbuckling his seatbelt, Callum exits and rounds the car, stopping at my door. He’s fast to open it, holding a hand out for me to take. Which I do, letting his warm fingers pull me out and walk me up the stairs to the front door.
Stepping past him once we reach the entrance, I reach for my keys when a hand on my arm stops me. His touch is gentle yet firm, and then I’m being turned into his chest with one soft yank. I don’t stumble. I give in, and when his lips slam into mine once again tonight, the low moan that escapes me is full of need.
They are firm and plush, and there’s a hint of the drink he’d been sipping on; a heady concoction that I want more of and I take it, angling my head a bit, I return the kiss hungrily. A little sloppy with nips across his entire mouth before intertwining his tongue with mine.
My body feels as if struck by electricity.
My core clenches.
And I whine pathetically when he pulls back only to peck my chin, cheek, and lastly my forehead.
“Before you head inside, I need you to know this isn’t a game for me.”
“Uh huh.” Breathing hard, I lick my bottom lip to catch a little bit of his saliva there. “Sure.”
“I’ll be back in the morning. Be ready by nine.”
“If you say so.”
“Bloody adorable.” Callum’s right hand grabs the back of my neck, his forehead pressing against my own. “I’m trying to behave here, Miss Rubens. Get inside, lock the door, and be ready for me at nine. We have a date.”
“A date?” I ask, my mind still foggy from his kiss. His touch. His everything.
“Yes.” Then his warmth is gone, and I’m left wanting it back. He’s watching, waiting, and once my racing heart calms, I step inside my home and don’t look back. Why didn’t he come inside? Did I misread things?
Because he can’t be serious.
We’re not going on a date.
A thought that bothers me as I change clothes, brush my teeth, and then settle beneath my covers. Was I a game to him? Or worse, does he know my father?
“I can’t see him again.” He’d ruin my plans to leave.
9
I’ve been throbbing since I left her on that unworthy doorstep.
Hard. Skin taut. Balls heavy and nothing will appease my hunger until she’s pinned beneath me.
It’s why after four hours of restless sleep, of imagining those pouty lips wrapped around my girth, sucking me in deep, that I made plans and got dressed. I promised a date and I will deliver, but while she sleeps, I watch her door while intermittently reading the notes Kray had on Giannis Martin and his connections to Aliana.
Most of it was rubbish. Things that I already knew, but I am intrigued by a pattern of unaccounted disappearances a few times a week. Same days. No deviation on the hours.
I also take account of Kray’s neglect to add the woman Giannis left with inside this docket.
Which leaves me with two bloody conclusions…
