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XVI

Violet

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ᴀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ

"Do you really have to drag me everywhere?" I ask, watching him as he meticulously straightens his tie in front of the mirror. The fabric of his tie catches the soft, then he finally locks eyes with me through the reflection.

   "You've been gone for two days, and now that you're back, you expect me to go out?" I add, crossing my arms.

The gesture is more defensive than defiant, a shield against the uncertainty that's been gnawing at me since his return. He pauses, letting go of his tie, and a playful smirk spreads across his face, the kind that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle ever so slightly.

  "Were you upset that I wasn't home?" A hint of sarcasm lurks into his tone.

"You wish. I don't care, Lucian,"

Yet, there's a flicker of truth in his words that I can't entirely dismiss. The idea of going to the club isn't as dreadful as I'm making it seem, but the thought of sitting through his business dealings feels like an eternity of dullness.

I watch him as he moves closer, the space between us shrinking with each step.
The scent of his cologne, warm and spicy, wraps around me, making my pulse quicken.
He reaches out, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear, the touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary. I swallow hard, trying to maintain my composure.

Suddenly, Silas's threat echoes in my mind, constantly reminding me of the danger that lurks. I know I need to inform him, but the thought of facing his unpredictable nature sends a shiver down my spine.

The fear of what Silas might do next is paralyzing. If he's planning on killing Lucian, who else could be at risk? How would he carry out such a plan without endangering others around him?
Each possibility is more terrifying than the last, and I can't seem to find a way to stop the spiraling thoughts.

  "Violet?" Lucian's voice suddenly breaks through the haze of my thoughts.

I blink, snapping out of my reverie, and turn my head slowly to look at him. His eyes are filled with concern, and I can see the questions forming on his lips.
I clear my throat, trying to steady the tremor in my voice.

  "Are we going yet?" I ask.

I take a moment to really look at him. He's dressed impeccably in a crisp button-up shirt and slim slacks, the epitome of a businessman.
There's something undeniably attractive about his polished appearance, and I feel my cheeks flush with warmth.

My heart pounds as I force myself to lift my gaze to meet his. His eyes are intense, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.
He then reaches out, and the back of his hand brushes against my cheek, sending a cold, tingling sensation through my skin.
I can't help but lean into his touch, even as I turn my face away slightly.

His fingers slide under my chin, lifting it gently but firmly, guiding me to look up at him.
I gasp softly, feeling his thumb trace the outline of my lower lip with tenderness. Our eyes lock, and in that moment, everything else fades away.

Without hesitation, I gently take his hand, guiding it between my legs, our eyes locked in an unbroken gaze. The intensity of his stare makes my breath catch; it's almost as if he's daring me to look away, but I can't. I won't.

I tilt my head slightly, exhaling a shaky breath as my chest rises and falls. The coolness of his hand as it slips inside my underwear sends shockwave through me. The heat pools in my core.