Chapter 23- Lucien
Yasmine had talked my ear off the entire ride. I had never been so happy in my life to see the Safaryan mansion. I had expected a simple evening of eating. Making Yasmine think that something else was going on between us to get the info and that was it.
Walking in and seeing my Little Angel.
I’d nearly lost it.
My palms had instantly become sweaty upon eye contact. A smirk had appeared and naturally, I had turned my attention to Yasmine. She giggled as I told her how sexy she looked. This had been the first time that I’d even told her how much I liked the way she looked.
Helping her into her chair, I’d sat down at the table.
The wine had been passed my way. The red liquid had been poured into the glass. I was in desperate need of a drink, especially the moment Yasmine’s hand roamed over my lap.
“So Yasmine, are you and Lucien…” Nova looked between the two of us.
“Yes,” Yasmine said quickly. “He asked me to dinner tonight and I had to except. I’ve been working at a few of the clubs owned by Liam and Val.”
“Val?” Astrid looked at her husband.
He coughed loudly and out the corner of my eye, I saw Simone stand up and excuse herself. Giving her just a moment to escape, I left the table and followed her. I didn’t give a damn what anyone thought.
I found her lost in the hallway, or at least she seemed lost. She must have been lost in thought because she turned around and walked right into my chest. Instantly, a new perfume wafted up into my nose. Maybe the wine had me about to lose it but I didn’t give her time to answer the question.
My hands pushed her roughly up against the wall. I was instantly hard as I looked down on her, and her eyes came up to meet mine.
“No,” she whispered.
“Have you been fucking someone else?”
She frowned and began biting her lip.
“What’s it matter…we weren’t a thing Lucien. You kidnapped me and fucked me. End of story.”
Her shoulders rose and she shrugged. I braced myself on the wall above her and continued to look, my lip curled in a snarl.
“You didn’t answer the question, Little Angel.”
“Maybe I have been…and?”
A long deep growl escaped from my mouth. My fist hit the wall above her head. The moment the words left her mouth I felt as if someone had punched me in the gut. How dare she give away what was mine.
“I’ll kill him…It’s that motherfucker from your shop. He’s always a little too friendly with you.”
She frowned. “Who?”
“You know who, Simone. Don’t play games with me.”
Her lips looked perfectly glossed. I needed her down on her knees.
Make her gag, then beg,I thought.
“I’ll fuck him out of your mind. He’ll be dead and a memory,” I growled again.
Simone’s hand had been by her side but slowly they worked their way up my chest. It was like she was dancing them along my abs and finally up to my chest. She eased up on her tiptoes and my mouth danced near hers.
Fuck.
“You will never fuck me again,” she whispered. “Enjoy the blond.”
