Page 19 of Freak
We walked hand in hand along the warm breeze of a summer night. “I don’t know. Maybe she just wasn’t the one for us.”
He kissed my forehead. “It takes a special woman to handle us and our kink. The right one will find us at the right time.”
Sure, I wouldn’t argue that fact. However, there was only one of her, and in general… I didn’t fall or crush hard on anyone. Not like I fell for Rafael, and certainly not how insanely attracted I was to her. She had something special about her that clicked from afar. An aura almost. Like magnets of sexual impulse, I could feel the invisible pull of our atoms destined to collide.
But this feeling—this imagined destiny—didn’t matter in this moment. She wasn’t here with us, and I fixated on it.
As we turned the corner towards our penthouse, I felt a warm hand yank at my arm.
Gasping, I turned to look back to see Ivanna. Was she really standing there? Her dark, black eyes swallowed me whole, daring me not to make a move. In that split second, nothing was said, but everything was felt, like anesthesia feeding into my veins from the exact spot where her black manicured nails wrapped around my wrist. I belonged to her. She said it with touch alone.
“It’s you,” I said, like some idiot who’d never spoken to a stunning woman.
Kill me now.
Rafael’s grip on my hand tightened.
“Hi, I wanted to catch you earlier, but had to work. I’m Ivanna,” she said with a rasp, holding her hand out for me and Rafael to shake.
Maybe it was my dried mouth, or the leftover liquor in my system, but she had to have been the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I’d never been near enough to Ivanna to appreciate the smattering of freckles that dashed across her nose or how her voice was laced in a foreign accent that sent shivers down my back.
“Que lindo acento. De dónde eres?” Rafael asked, seemingly ten feet above us. Ivanna was about the same height as me, but the way she commanded the space with her unbreakable stare and haute leather corset made me believe she was as tall as the Chrysler building itself.
“Columbia,” she answered, still staring at me, “but I permanently work in the states.”
I was never the warmest with introductions, and if it were up to me, I’d take her upstairs without saying a single word. The only greeting I wanted to exchange was my murmurs against her pussy.
The warmth of Rafael’s hand left mine.
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Rafael, and the quiet one here is Summer.” Rafael introduced us, because I’d been silent for longer than was normal and I hadn’t even realized it.
I looked at how sleek her black hair was, before bringing my eyes down to meet hers, “Summer,” I said, shaking her hand.
“I know who you are. I’ve heard a lot about you. Billionaire tech woman, philanthropist extraordinaire. The woman who’s known to be cold at events, but might have the biggest heart?”
“You’ve done your homework…” I said.
“Not homework. Not yet, anyway,” she smirked sneakily. “I’ve seen you at a few parties. I wasn’t sure you were with anyone until tonight.”
“That makes two of us.” I nodded. “I’ve noticed the friends you gravitate to.” I emphasized friends, as if it were code for couples. She knew exactly what I was referring to, evident by the dimpled grin on her face. “I figured bringing Rafael would earn me an introduction. Something I’ve been wanting. Actually, we’ve… been wanting.”
Why was I exceptionally nervous right now and saying extra things that weren’t important to the conversation? I sounded like some obsessed, lovesick puppy. This wasn’t like me.
“I figured as much,” she said, slowly bringing her hand up to my forehead, moving a piece of hair out of the way.
My body hummed in reaction, my nipples pebbling on point.
She noticed and had this smirk on her face I wanted to wipe off.
“We’re headed home—” I began.
“Is that an invitation?” Ivanna cut into my sentence, her long lashes dragging slowly.
She was a no bullshit kind of woman, and I loved that even more.
Rafael leaned in, kissing the side of my head as I kept my eyes on Ivanna. He whispered, “Let’s all go home.”
Summer
