“How could I not be?” Tears sprung to my eyes and I let them slide down my cheeks in hot, furious streaks. “The Minister said—”
“The Minister said a lot of things. Most of them were lies.”
“Like father like son, huh?” I let out a scream of anguish and turned away from him. “I can’t believe you’ve been alive this entire time and you didn’t come for me. Ten years! Ten fucking years, Constantine!”
His hands squeezed my shoulders and spun me back around, forcing me to face him.
“You think I didn’t want to come get you?” he said through gritted teeth. “Of course I did. It’s not as simple as that. Our story is a lot deeper than what you realize Eisley. I had to wait for the right time to come back or I’d fuck everything up.”
I closed my eyes and sobbed. I was mad, I was sad, and I was more than anything, confused.
Constantine’s thumb ran over my cheeks, wiping the tears away. “Don’t cry anymore. I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere this time.” How could I trust him? He’d been letting me live a lie for ten years. “You just have to trust me, princess.”
Large, warm arms covered me, pulling me into him. I wanted to resist, to shove him away again, but… I didn’t. I inhaled the smell of his cologne and slowly, my heart began to relax and I could breathe again.
“This can’t be real. I don’t understand how any of this is possible. I hate you.”
“It is real, it is possible, and you don’t hate me.”
Constantine’s hands began to roam down my back and rested on my ass. He squeezed.
“I do hate you.” I repeated. “You let me think you were dead.”
“I had to.” His hands traveled to the front of my hips and began pulling my dress slowly up. He leaned down, and I felt his warm breath on my neck. “I needed to see how long you’d wait for me.”
His hand dipped between my thighs, cupping my sex. “Did you, wife?”
“Did I what?” I gasped, as he began to massage me over my panties.
“Did you allow someone else to take what’s rightfully mine?”
“What if I did?” My heart hammered as I tested him. I arched my back into him as Constantine slid under the thin fabric and teased my folds.
“You say you’re angry at me, but your dripping pussy tells another story. Tell me Eisley, now who’s lying to who?”
Rule 18 - Eisley
Don’t get in the killer’s car.
My mind screamed for me to push him away. This was a total stranger. But my body desperately begged for him to keep going. He wasn’t… entirely strange. I knew him once, and I did love him then.
It wasn’t until someone knocked, that I remembered we were in a public bathroom at a bar.
I shoved him away and straightened my dress.
“Occupied!”
“Yeah it is,” Constantine tried to touch me again but I put my hands up.
“No, we can’t do this here. We shouldn’t be doing it at all.” I glanced at my flushed reflection and scowled. What was happening?
I steeled myself and abandoned the bathroom, leaving Constantine behind. I returned to my table, where minutes later, a waitress came by with a beer for me.
“This is from the man at the bar.” She pointed and all of us turned to see Constantine nodding at me.
“Do you know him?” Soleil asked.
“Uh—” I took the drink and sipped it while everyone stared at me in wonder.
