Then she came along, all perfect blond hair, the most striking green eyes, dressed in virginal white, wearing frills with lace and satin ribbons in her hair, looking like a handful of white kittens. It was obscene.
For one second, I knew that if I had her, I would destroy everything about her. I’d strip that innocence from her and grin while I did it. I would teach her to fear the world, mold her into my tormented pet. I would corrupt every inch of her and leave nothing clean, white, and bright left.
But life is a circular beast, and here we are, and she’s not white and innocent anymore. She’s got edges and hardness in her eyes, claws on her fingertips, bitter words on her lips.
She’s strong now, forged of steel, full of promise.
She’s a challenge, and she’s triggered that dark part of me that hunts, that becomes obsessive.
I stay right behind her, keeping pace, watching her rather than the environment.
Every detail is imprinting itself in my mind. I’m recalling everything I’ve ever heard about her.
Friends, teachers, doctors, family. All those people who came forward and told stories. She’s funny, depressing, bright, an idiot, a loner, popular, innocent. It’s an act. She was after our money.
The only people who never spoke were her family. They rallied around and protected her; a brick wall. I was impressed with her father’s ability to turn the press on each other. He is not an alpha to be underestimated.
But with everything I know, nothing is concrete, she is a mystery. Except now, stripped bare of the frilly frock, she’s a conundrum of feminine energy and a compelling omega who seems to mock me at every turn.
I want her.
One thing the four of us have in common is how messed up we are. Cyn and Rory are as dark and twisted as Kota and I are.
She calls a lunch break and slips away. I follow, watching as she stops and leans against a tree, muttering softly. She doesn’t know I’m here, but then she won’t unless I want her to.
I step out from behind the tree. Her eyes dart to mine. The soft grass beneath my feet makes no sound as I glide towards her.
“I’ve been thinking,” I murmur low.
“Did it hurt?”
“And I’ve come to a decision.”
“Must’ve been agony.”
I smile at her dry sarcasm. “I think we should get to know each other.”
“Good grief, that is the last thing we should do. I truly feel getting cuddly with a rabid rottweiler would be a better idea than getting to know you.”
“Ouch, my feelings. They are so hurt.”
She rolls her eyes. “Good, so we’re agreed this is a terrible idea?”
“A terrible idea would be walking away from this without taking advantage of it.”
Her expression clears, and she suddenly walks towards me with a whole different personality. Her hips twitch side to side in an almost hypnotic sway, her eyelids lower, and her lips curl. I didn’t think anyone could look sexy in beige, but she somehow pulls it off and then some.
“You want to have sex with me?”
Sex? Sex is such a paltry description of what I now need, but I can’t scare her off. Not yet.
“Sure, we can do that, too, but I was more thinking about what is your favourite food, why do you do this job, playing the ‘Lets Get To Know You’ game.”
“So you can what? Walk away again with a clear conscience? Regret your decision bitterly forever? Or are you hoping that you will be vindicated?”
Her eyes are wide, and I catch that scent that Rory was talking about. My mouth waters as I lean in closer.
“I don’t need to be vindicated. It was the right decision for all of us.”
