“Who knows why men do things? He probably thought you would turn him down.” “He, what? He wouldn’t-” I cut myself off because, yeah, he would. “I mean, he’s obviously tricked you into a relationship.” All anyone has to do is look at him when you’re in the room to know he’s obsessed with you.” “I’m sure you’ve just been blinded by the incredibly beautiful man he is, but I’m here to tell you, he has never wanted just sex from you. But now, he’s taking me to dinner parties, making me sleep in his bed but not even having sex with me, and next,”-my voice rose-“he’s kissing me at church!” “His! I have no self-respect, so, of course, I agreed. Just whose idea was this just sex relationship?” I’d been about to catch it for over a week now. “I think I’m getting the flu.” It felt like “Could you please control your sarcasm today?” I rubbed my temple. “A lot of people bring their fuck buddies to church.” “It was supposed to be just sex,” I complained.
Maybe-just maybe-I could have passed off our presence here together as a generous deed of me showing a bad man the Lord, but that was completely off the table now. My face burned while stuck in a state of disbelief that he’d actually done that.
“Wow,” Valentina breathed, fanning herself with her Bible and watching his retreating form. It was short and sweet but possessive, letting everyone know Christian Allister was screwing me nine ways to Sunday. And then he turned my face and kissed me on the lips. “I’ll be outside, malyshka,” he said in my ear. “Should we close out that bet now?” Val leaned in to ask, after we took a seat beside her and Ricardo.Ĭhristian’s jaw tightened, though he didn’t say a word.ĭuring the service, he rested a hand on the bare sliver of skin between my dress and thigh-high boots.Īfterward, the ladies stood around to gossip for a while, while the men drifted outside to do the same. And Ace, with an arm resting on the back of the pew, only raised a brow in amusement. And then the whispering began.Įlena’s eyes went wide as we passed.
The heat of all their stares lit my skin. If the entire congregation didn’t turn to stare at us, at least ninety-five percent of it did. We stepped into the church, side-by-side, with his hand on my waist.
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