What a memorable sunset.It’s the perfect gift for my special night––engulfed in fire before blending into the sky and becoming dark.
Likehiseyes.
Ice mixed with fire encased in the darkest or the lightest gray, depending on the lighting, with a hint of moss green, sometimes.
I’ve never seen more beautiful eyes.
When he accidentally looked at me in the past, it felt like my soul had slipped out of my body and gone with him wherever he was headed, without the intention of ever coming back.
That’s how it felt, although he rarely looked at me.Except for that last night I spent in New York.
Other than that, our eyes had rarely connected, and when they did, unwavering indifference glistened in his stare.
I hated him as much as I loved him.
I like to believe he did it on purpose, in case someone had looked our way and gotten the wrong idea about our real connection. Hint––there was no connection.
I thoughthe must’ve fooled them into believing that nothing was there for them to see, not the volcano tucked beneath his mask, and nothing else a casual look could incidentally grasp.
The ploy was in place for me as well, since he’s never given in to my demands.
I could never tell why they’d sent me away, but as time had passed, his playing an instrumental role in pushing me away became more of a possibility.
I couldn’t think of a better motive than that he needed to stay away from me so he didn’t get in trouble.
Anyone would probably say I make no sense whatsoever, and I’m only a girl obsessed with a man she can never have.
That there’s an age gap between us, and I’m too young, and he’s too much of a man, not to mention the power he holds in our family.
I always knew he’d married my mother for a reason that had little to do with love or attraction, or producing an heir.
He was perhaps coerced into marrying her, yet ultimately, he must’ve learned he could get more out of this alliance if he played his cards right.
Giorgio Gallo was looking for someone like Callum O’Hara to run his empire after he stepped down.
That was a fact.
Bianca couldn’t be bothered with learning the ropes from her father or finding a real husband on her own who could fill his shoes.
Having the attention span of a famished squirrel, she never stayed focused on these matters long enough to understand my grandfather’s concerns.
Giorgio had lost hope that she would ever change, and he also knew the problem wouldn’t fix itself, so her third husband was their best bet.
Why else would he be here with us today?
Notherehere. But here, as in him being part of the family.And why else would he insist that I needed to go away?
Thrusting himself between my legs at some point wouldn’t have played well with anyone besides me if he had bigger plans for himself than that.
The man is smart, but I’m no dummy either. I’m my mother’s daughter, after all.
She may not have been interested in running a bloody empire that came with questionable deeds, but she liked her privileged life and knew how to use what she had between her legs.
Too bad her choices weren’t that great.
On top of that, she felt powerless in Callum’s presence as she fell prey to his magnetism, which I totally understand, and she had no recourse.
Light ignites a devastating war in his thoughtful eyes, hinting at a seductive hell every time he brings them to a woman.
