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by
cutting her with his words. She wouldn’t let him do that. He was hiding
something.
Emma
wanted to know what it was.
“I
upset you,” Emma said softly.
Calisto
froze solid as he turned to leave, and a shudder worked over his shoulders at
her statement. “No, I—”
“I
did. What was it?”
He
glanced over his shoulder, his stare locking onto hers and holding strong. For
the first time, Emma felt like she was getting a good look at this dangerous,
attractive man. A familiar discontent colored his irises, barely hidden. A
story was right on the tip of his tongue. Hatred twisted his features into a
mask of pain, taking away his usual apathy and replacing it with a man she
might be curious to know.
A
man who looked raw .
Beaten
by unseen things.
Used
by unknown beings.
Sore
to the touch, like unhealed wounds.
She
knew those things.
All
of them.
Because
she had them inside, too.
“What
was it?” Emma asked again.
“You
assumed I didn’t understand. You assumed I didn’t know. Your life, your
feelings, and your mistakes. You assumed. And you were wrong.”
Emma
The
building in front of Emma gave off bad vibes. All she had to do was look at it
and dread slipped into her veins, freezing her solid.
She
didn’t want to do this.
How
many times had she told her mother no, brushed her off, or skipped out on
appointments in the past three weeks?
Several.
Too
many.
Emma
let out a shaky breath, eyeing the lace and satin on display in the shop’s
window with as much disdain and hatred as she could. Her mother had Emma’s
size. She knew her height and measurements. Emma, quite vocally, had refused to
do this very thing and had told Minnie that she would wear whatever in the hell
was supplied for her to put on.
Anger
surged through Emma.
Wedding
dresses covered mannequins in the window. Pretty, delicate veils draped their
faces. Crystal covered shoes, meant for brides wanting to be their very own
Cinderella for the day, rested on raised platforms, catching the sun’s rays and
glittering.
“Damn
you, Mom,” Emma growled under her breath.
A
light chuckle drew Emma’s attention to the side.
Calisto
leaned against a black car, a lit cigarette dangling from between his lips. Just
the way the light of the sun shone down from behind him lit Calisto’s tall, fit
form up like a halo. When he slowly released a cloud of smoke from his lips,
his features and amused smirk were shadowed by the gray plume. The man looked
damn good standing there like he didn’t have a single fuck to give but for the
smoke on his lips.
Emma
ignored the chill running down her spine.
Because
it wasn’t cold.
It
was hot.
And
something deep in her stomach pulsed, right along with the ache between her
thighs.
Stop
it, she told herself.
She
learned Calisto could be an asshole, a mystery, and sometimes entertaining when
he wanted to be. He was mostly quiet, and he watched people a lot with those
piercing eyes of his. He rarely engaged others for any kind of interaction.
It
only made Emma wonder about him even more. That certainly didn’t help the
growing interest she seemed to feel every goddamn time he was around.
And
the man was always around!
The
fact that she was getting married in just a couple of weeks did not deter the
strange attraction building up heat and crashing through her bloodstream. It
was intent on infecting her until she couldn’t ignore it any more.
Probably
going to get myself killed over this.
Emma
ignored her inner voice.
Calisto’s
dark chuckles made Emma snap out of her daze. The pulse between her thighs
didn’t let up, because frankly, Calisto looked like sex on legs with dark-wash
jeans hugging his hips, a leather jacket resting open against his taut, cut
chest, and that fucking cigarette …
She
hadn’t realized she’d been staring at the man like he was some kind of God. Snapping
her mouth closed, her walls slammed up high and the defenses came out.
Emma’s
attitude had
cutting her with his words. She wouldn’t let him do that. He was hiding
something.
Emma
wanted to know what it was.
“I
upset you,” Emma said softly.
Calisto
froze solid as he turned to leave, and a shudder worked over his shoulders at
her statement. “No, I—”
“I
did. What was it?”
He
glanced over his shoulder, his stare locking onto hers and holding strong. For
the first time, Emma felt like she was getting a good look at this dangerous,
attractive man. A familiar discontent colored his irises, barely hidden. A
story was right on the tip of his tongue. Hatred twisted his features into a
mask of pain, taking away his usual apathy and replacing it with a man she
might be curious to know.
A
man who looked raw .
Beaten
by unseen things.
Used
by unknown beings.
Sore
to the touch, like unhealed wounds.
She
knew those things.
All
of them.
Because
she had them inside, too.
“What
was it?” Emma asked again.
“You
assumed I didn’t understand. You assumed I didn’t know. Your life, your
feelings, and your mistakes. You assumed. And you were wrong.”
Emma
The
building in front of Emma gave off bad vibes. All she had to do was look at it
and dread slipped into her veins, freezing her solid.
She
didn’t want to do this.
How
many times had she told her mother no, brushed her off, or skipped out on
appointments in the past three weeks?
Several.
Too
many.
Emma
let out a shaky breath, eyeing the lace and satin on display in the shop’s
window with as much disdain and hatred as she could. Her mother had Emma’s
size. She knew her height and measurements. Emma, quite vocally, had refused to
do this very thing and had told Minnie that she would wear whatever in the hell
was supplied for her to put on.
Anger
surged through Emma.
Wedding
dresses covered mannequins in the window. Pretty, delicate veils draped their
faces. Crystal covered shoes, meant for brides wanting to be their very own
Cinderella for the day, rested on raised platforms, catching the sun’s rays and
glittering.
“Damn
you, Mom,” Emma growled under her breath.
A
light chuckle drew Emma’s attention to the side.
Calisto
leaned against a black car, a lit cigarette dangling from between his lips. Just
the way the light of the sun shone down from behind him lit Calisto’s tall, fit
form up like a halo. When he slowly released a cloud of smoke from his lips,
his features and amused smirk were shadowed by the gray plume. The man looked
damn good standing there like he didn’t have a single fuck to give but for the
smoke on his lips.
Emma
ignored the chill running down her spine.
Because
it wasn’t cold.
It
was hot.
And
something deep in her stomach pulsed, right along with the ache between her
thighs.
Stop
it, she told herself.
She
learned Calisto could be an asshole, a mystery, and sometimes entertaining when
he wanted to be. He was mostly quiet, and he watched people a lot with those
piercing eyes of his. He rarely engaged others for any kind of interaction.
It
only made Emma wonder about him even more. That certainly didn’t help the
growing interest she seemed to feel every goddamn time he was around.
And
the man was always around!
The
fact that she was getting married in just a couple of weeks did not deter the
strange attraction building up heat and crashing through her bloodstream. It
was intent on infecting her until she couldn’t ignore it any more.
Probably
going to get myself killed over this.
Emma
ignored her inner voice.
Calisto’s
dark chuckles made Emma snap out of her daze. The pulse between her thighs
didn’t let up, because frankly, Calisto looked like sex on legs with dark-wash
jeans hugging his hips, a leather jacket resting open against his taut, cut
chest, and that fucking cigarette …
She
hadn’t realized she’d been staring at the man like he was some kind of God. Snapping
her mouth closed, her walls slammed up high and the defenses came out.
Emma’s
attitude had
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