“That’s none of your business.”
She parted her lips when I pressed against her lower half. Her existence made mehard.
I was consumed by a burning need to kiss her and pull every overthinking thought out of her.Let me drown in them. Let me bathe in them. Let her thoughts be my poison.I had enough of standing to the side and watching silence win.
Adelaide was meant to shine bright, not to hide in a dark corner where even the shadows hid from her. “Christian,” her warm breath fanned against my neck. Our bodies were flushed together and by the way she gasped—fuck, I knew she could feel my arousal poking at her.
“Dad?” He scrambled up, finding something to cover his naked body with. Eda lay there, indecent. Her breasts were out, and she didn’t care, barely peered at me under her post-orgasmic gaze.
“Son, it isn’t what it looks like.”
Eda laughed, husky and breathless. “Oh, it’s exactly what it looks like.”
The memory burned into my veins, snapping me out of this delusion and cutting out my source of living. I looked down at Adelaide and all I could see was the reminder that I couldn’t be with her.
Here she was, open for this—us.
But I couldn’t be with her because she’d inevitably end up in pain with me.
That’s what I did best.
I hurt people and let them drown in blood.
Hurting Adelaide broke me, and I couldn’t do it again.
Maybe if I suppressed it long enough, these feelings would disappear.
She blinked a few times while I pulled away. Head tilted, an unfocused gaze figuring out what just happened.
Nothing did. Nothing would.
“How are those two even siblings?” Osama strutted back into the room, completely oblivious to the bloodless fight between us.
He continued rambling on and when I walked past him, I felt Adelaide’s eyes on me the whole time.
Distance would make this bearable.
Right?
TWENTY-ONE
ADELAIDE
“This iswhat you meant by helping me out?” The door shut behind me and Christian sauntered forward by pulling up his sleeves. “You could have at least warned me we’d be working out.”
His eyes trailed over the poofiness of my dress. From the pink puffs on my shoulders to the bottom skirt. I’d put my hair up in a ballerina bun, adorning it with some of the pink diamond hair pins I made. “At least you look good.”
My chest warmed.
“We’re gonna do some hand-to-hand combat.” His ass looked good in those pants. “Okay?”
What did he say?
His adam's apple bobbed.
“Yeah, mhm. Okay.”
I’d agree to anything he says.
