BOOK ONE
Ashley Wilson
There are those who say fate is something beyond our command. That destiny is not our own, but I know better. Our fate lives within us, you only have to be brave enough to see it. Marrying a stranger wasn't the best decision I...
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Attraction is such a mysterious thing.
Your brain and your heart— well, in my case, my body, aren't agreeing at the moment. My brain is telling me to stay the hell away from Kai Bliss, that's the sensible response because I know he'll end up hurting me, I know that and yet I still choose to entertain it. Is that wrong of me?
And as for my body, fuck knows what that's thinking. Similar to my head, when Kai Bliss acts like he cares then I want him, when he's an asshole, it doesn't. But that doesn't stop the fact that he is drop-dead gorgeous. Take one look at him and you'll guess, playboy, and you would be hundred percent right.
The people he runs with, his whole group— playboys, every single one of them, from Hunter Capello to Luca Garcia. They all have the same look, the look of, 'they are going to ruin your heart,' and you'd happily let them. I'd let them if I had met them earlier, my sister, Em, always joked that I'd do something illegal. I remember arguing with her one summer about how I wanted more in my life, I wanted to live life how I wanted. I never wanted to live a life someone else planned out for me, that wasn't fair nor did I wish for it.
I didn't want to live to survive, truth be told, If you had asked me a couple years ago I would have said that I couldn't care less if I died tomorrow. I guess over the years that mind set has altered. I know I'd miss my parents, my younger brother, Parker, my friends. I'd miss Em, despite what's happened between us, and how much we have drifted apart over the years I would miss her so much. I didn't care about stuff, or people a couple years ago, however, with age, and my strengthening relationships, I realize I wouldn't want to die tomorrow.
To make this clear, this new idea has nothing to do with Kai. Yes, he's nice when he wants to be. Of course he shows he cares for me, when he chooses, but I wouldn't not want to die because of him. Hell, he probably wouldn't give two shits if I died tomorrow in a car accident or something. What he would care about? His reputation. I imagine that if your wife died in the mafia, it would make you, (the husband) appear somewhat weak. 'You couldn't even protect your own.' That's how the conversations would go.
For made men, people like Kai, they see women as second to them. Hell, the world see's women second to men. As if because you have a dick, you're more important to society. As Taylor Swift once said, "I wonder if I'd get there quicker if I was a man." Its true, we all know it, even the men in this world. And that is fucking sick and someone should really do something about that.
It's Friday night, I am currently stood in front of my bedroom mirror. I smooth down the silk of my dress. Kai choose it, now that I'm wearing it, I understand why he picked the dress. The dark blue enhances the lighter shades of my eyes. Thankfully, the dress is full length and clings to my body like a second skin. I can't help but stare at myself, my hairs tied up with two strands loose in the front. I look like a different person, as if I don't recognize myself.
