Page 4 of In Love and Revenge

Blond hair. Gold sequins. Guilty blue eyes.

And perfect little tits that would fit inside my palms.

Warm lips brush my ear and a sweet voice purrs, ‘You know, touching’s against the rules. But I don’t mind if you want to.’

‘What?’

I wrench my eyes open and deep blue is waiting for me.

It’s too dark. More like the sea during a storm. Buthers...hersare a light aquamarine of the surface being hit by rays of sun on a bright summer’s day.

My stomach caves like I’ve been gut-punched, and realisation dawns on me, bringing with it a wave of ice-cold nausea.

What the fuck am I doing?

The blonde realises her mistake, her eyes popping wide before she furiously backtracks.

‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’ll beg. See?’

She scrambles to the floor, kneels between my thighs, and peers up at me with pleading eyes.

But the sight of long blond hair there does nothing for me, and my dick deflates faster than a slashed tyre.

‘Never mind,’ I grumble, swallowing down a mix of disappointment laced with self-disgust.

I stand abruptly and she slumps back on her heels, looking up at me with a mix of disappointment and confusion.

I place two fingers beneath her chin and tilt her face up.

‘You’re a stunning woman.’

You’re just not her.

She gazes at me in wonder, her eyes sparkling back to life, still so eager to please.

I get it. I’ve been told I have the face of a god, and the body of the devil. Women are usually more than happy to fall into bed with me with no expectations. Or they were, before I found I was only interested in them if they looked likeher. And even then, none have quite been close enough for me to actually finish the job, as much as I bloody crave the release.

But I’m not looking for that here. Not tonight.

Sighing, I pull my money clip out once again and thumb four crisp fifties from it, then offer them to her.

‘I’m not in the right headspace tonight. Busy week at work,’ I say, the excuse rolling off my tongue easily.

Relief washes over her face as she takes the money.

‘So you’ll come back? Another night?’

‘Maybe,’ I reply, not wanting to dampen the surge of hope that lights her eyes.

She really is a beautiful woman when she smiles. I could almost believe she’sher.

But almost isn’t good enough.

Almost won’t quell the anger in my veins urging me to take my dick in my hand and fist it hard until I release all over her face. Picturing pouty lips tasting me as aquamarine eyes burn into mine.

The back of my neck flashes with heat.

Jesus Christ, I need to get out of here.