Good riddance.
But no matter how many times I repeat those two little words to myself, I still don’t buy them.
I join Easton, using an ice pack one of the maids brought to me to ice his swollen cheek.
“I’m so sorry,” I tell him. “I don’t know what took over him. It was like he was possessed or something.”
“He’s always been like that,” Easton mutters. “Don’t worry, pr
incess. I’ll protect you from him from now on.”
“Thank you,” I mutter, though I don’t really feel thankful at all.
“Come with me,” Easton suggests, getting up with some help from one of the guards. “I want to show you something.”
He leads me out on the terrace while the rest of the party starts bustling again. Looks like we’ve managed not to make it boring after all.
Out on the terrace, Easton awaits me with the background of a starry sky behind him. He looks devastatingly handsome, but my stomach twists in knots, reverberating two single words through my body.
Not Dexter.
Not Dexter.
Not Dexter.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” I ask, if nothing else, then to shut up the voice in my head.
“See that car?” Easton points to a limo parked in the corner.
“Yeah?”
“I arranged for it to take us somewhere.”
“But what about…” I glance over my shoulder at the mingling guests and the inviting glow of the grand hall. “What about my birthday party?”
“You’ll have more,” he winks at me. “Trust me, you’ll like this. Come with me?”
“Okay, I suppose,” I mutter. “This won’t take too long, will it?”
“Only until tomorrow.” Easton grins at me devilishly.
“But my father will be livid…”
“Not the first nor the last time,” Easton winks. “So, are you in or out?”
I hesitate, my mind swimming with thoughts of Dexter. Finally, when I can’t handle it anymore, I whisper, “In.”
Sixteen
Dexter
1 year ago
“I just don’t want it to be true.”
Lily Anna hides her face in her hands as she starts to sob, big fat tears sliding down her blushed cheeks. I find myself thinking how beautiful she looks when she cries. How it makes my dick hard when tears spill down her face so desperately. Then, a feeling of guilt racks my body. Would I have thought this before I found out her father ruined my life? Would it make me throb to know she was in pain then?
I can’t allow myself to think about it, and I swallow thickly, my Adam’s apple bobbing as I press a kiss against her forehead.