Cherish Blossom, also known as Cherry, isn't the type of girl to play around. When she is falsely accused of her parents murder she fights back hard and with a vengeance.
Along her journey for her to prove her innocence she meets the six men who w...
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Gage
Spending this last week in the cottage with Edge has been complete torture for me.
He has done nothing but treated me abominably since our urgent arrival here.
Edge has ignored me for the most part, he's been sequestered away in his room, only to come out to eat or do something trivial and each time that he leaves his choice prison he just outright ignores me.
I have tried to communicate with him so many times since our arrival here that it's starting to become very tiresome for me to even try any longer.
I gave up. I just gave up.
River called me earlier to tell me that Des and Cherish have finally bonded so now we can both return back to the mansion. Taz is waiting there for us to make our appearance so that we can finally get all of this crap between us all finally settled.
I can't wait for this fractured bond to be completed lifted off of us.
After what Edge did to Cherish though, I don't think that I will be able to forgive him for it.
I want Cherish also. I longingly crave to be with her. I can feel it all the way down to my very bones but I withheld myself from doing anything to or with her because of my undying love for Edge.
If I could withstand it all then why couldn't he?
I know that Taz said it was because of his lust abilities making him uncontrollable toward Cherish.
I understand that completely.
What I can't seem to understand though is if I can control it with me being an incubus then why couldn't he?
I think it's all a dang lie.
I actually think that Edge truly does and still does want her just for his own sake alone not because his abilities are making him do it. If that was the case then I would be doing it also. Right?
As we drive down the over crowded highway, silently, like it has been this entire time with him, I try my best to remain perfectly calm.
Although, I want to lash out at him, scream, yell, and cuss him I refrain from doing so. Only because I have more respect for myself than to lower myself to his current level.
I spy a peek of him through my eyelashes quickly, he's driving our car rather fast as we travel on down the crowded highway, probably more than anxious now to get back to her.
I really want to hate her, I really do, but I just can't.
It's not her fault that the man that I love ended up being a perverted freak.
She is innocent in all of this. The guilty party is sitting next to me quietly stewing as he drives carelessly down the bustling highway.
His speed soon reaches a level that I'm not completely comfortable with. I grab ahold of the panel on the side of the passenger door quickly.
