"An angel has no place with the devil sweetheart," Blake whispers in my ear. I look up to see his beautiful grey orbs as he looked down at me with complete lust.
Blake Carter. He's ruthless, a cold blooded killer. People feared him because he feared...
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I look into the mirror and tilt my head. The dress was way too short for dining. I run my hands down, tugging the end of the fabric to cover my exposed thighs.
This will have to do. I grab my purse and phone, and head out the door. I walk downstairs to the lobby searching for Blake.
"Does it look like I fucking care?" He hisses through his phone and I pause midway.
His eyes met my figure and he quickly hung up on whoever was at the end of the line. "You're ready," he says and I slowly nod.
I hate the fact of how shy I get around him, especially after what had occurred earlier.
His eyes travel down my legs, "Isn't that a little too short?" He says, disapprovingly. I continue walking down the stairs like I hadn't just interrupted his call.
"It was the only dress I had," I mumble in response. He grunts without saying anything and fixes his suit which looked absolutely breathtaking on him. This man could honestly pull off anything.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"You'll see," was all he told me and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "Where are the others?"
"It's just you and me,"
I send him a glare, "What?"
"What's wrong?" He walks closer to me and stops when our faces were only inches apart. "I don't think your fiancée would like it if you took another girl out for dinner," I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest.
He chuckles softly, "Don't worry about her princess,"
"You can't be serious, you're about to get married. You should treat her better,"
Even though his fiancée was a real bitch, he has no right to take other girls out to dinner behind her back. "Is that an order Violet?"
"I'm just saying, why marry her if you're not interested?" I shake my head. His face morphs into something serious and I stood there in silence.
"My relationship with her is non of your business, the way I treat her is non of your business, so I suggest you to keep those comments to yourself unless you want to suffer for your consequences," he says, clenching his jaw.
I gulped, "Okay,"
It's crazy how his mood shifts within seconds, this man is bipolar.
• • •
I look out through the tinted windows of Blake's expensive car. I could hardly make out what's outside because of the dark window.
My eyes wander to Blake as I take in the sight of him driving, his forearms flexing with veins popping out. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbow and I gape at the tattoos.
He had so many and I restrained myself from asking what they all meant to him. My eyes spot a familiar tattoo that Everette had.
What the hell? Everette had the same tattoo on him.
