She told me she had planned to leave Hollow Trails altogether when our month was over, starting over in a new town that never knew her as an escort.
It shouldn’t bother me that she's leaving, I shouldn't care that I'll never accidentally run into her or smell her scent in the wind, but it does.
While I may not be worthy of giving her what she needs, I'm still selfish enough to wish I could still see her. I wish I could be minding my own business at a festival or walking down the street and the wind blows, filling my nose with the scent of raspberries and knowing that it's her. I'm still selfish enough to wish that we could bump into each other in public somewhere and catch up like old friends.
I'm still selfish enough to wish that she was still here with me.
I push those thoughts aside, forcing myself to forget Violet Chambers at least long enough to get through my workday. I still have an entire company to run, I can't afford to sit around and pout.
When I finally start to read the folder that Jemma had handed me, I see that it's from Sebastian. He has successfully arranged for Mr. Morse and The Better Inc to take someone we're going to claim is a problematic person for us.
I don't know who we're supposed to pretend to get rid of, but we'll find someone. It has to be someone that isn't in our inner circle, someone if they looked into my guys it wouldn't show that they matter too much to us.
Jemma clears her throat, making me look up at her and wait for whatever she may have to say. “May I suggest that whore youdragged around? She's close enough to us to make sense but not important enough to raise suspicion.” She says with a shrug.
Is it possible to have an aneurysm with an alien parasite keeping me alive? That's how my brain feels right now, either that or both he and I are fighting the urge to throw this woman out of my office window and watch her fall 15 stories down.
“You may not. You're a more suitable choice than her, she matters to my unit, and you're not even one of us. You're the one that fetches my coffee and picks up my dry cleaning.” I say sternly.
Jemma visibly pales, gulping harshly before her usual stoic look is spread across her face. “I am a part of this group, I matter. She's just some hooker that you passed around to our guys.” She snaps.
I stand up, slowly rounding the desk and stalking my way toward Jemma. “Let's eat her from her feet up, so she feels it all.” My alien suggests. I have to grind my teeth in an effort to ignore his suggestion. “You'd want to eat all that silicone?” I think back to him, earning a throaty and gravely laugh in return.
When I make my way to Jemma, I very calmly pluck her name badge from her shirt. “Firstly, Violet is not some hooker that I passed around, she is more than that. She is everything. Secondly, you are not, nor will you ever be one of us. Lastly, clear out your desk.” I say as calmly as I can manage.
Nobody talks poorly about my little kitten and gets away with it. This is just the most humane thing I can think to do.
Jemma huffs loudly, crossing her arms across her ample chest. “That's not fair.” She snaps.
I glare down at her, partially shifting and grabbing her firmly by the arms with my sharp claws. I dig my nails in until tears form in her eyes. “Fair would be to let him devour you whole, this is mercy.” I promise her.
Jemma darts out of my office as soon as I retract my claws from her arms, licking the blood from each nail before letting myself shift fully back into myself. “I still say we should have killed her.” My alien remarks.
I huff out a laugh, shaking my head. “You always think killing is the answer.” I argue.
“You've got me there, but she talked about my mate like trash. I don't like that.” He argues.
Am I really having an argument with myself right now?
“She's not our mate, she deserves better than this life.” I say firmly. I'm tired of having this argument with the other half of me.
He snarls, making me wish we were face to face and could fight this out. “She might not be yours because you fucked that up,but she's all I want. You're just too stupid to realize what you've done.” He snaps.
I know he's right, I also hate that he's right. This isn't the life for Violet. I don't know what is or what should be, but this shouldn't be it. It's not enough, I'm not enough.
“Oh, would you shut up? You're the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company, you don't think she deserves riches and luxuries? That life isn't good enough for her?” My alien argues.
I huff loudly, sitting at the edge of my desk and tightly gripping the wood under my palms. “Of course it is, it's me…us that isn't enough. Why would she want to sign up to mate with both of us forever?” I argue.
“Maybe you, I'm a delight and she adores me.” He says with a casual laugh, one that makes me want to punch him.
“She likes having sex with you, I'm who she loves.” I snap back. She's hardly met the other side of me, he's just arrogant.
My alien side lets out an overly obnoxious laugh, making my ears ring with the volume. “Agree to disagree, on the love part. She loves us both, you're just fucking stupid.” He snaps back.
“Is there any way to make you mute? Maybe a pause button?” I ask sarcastically. This other half of me has been in my head since fucking 1946, annoying me to no end!
“You'd miss me too much. Now can we go get my mate, please? I won't talk for the rest of the day if we do!” He begs.
