I refuted, fire blazing through my veins, “You’re just an asshole.”
“I’ve been called worse,” he prodded, his beautiful frame work sending tingles exploding throughout my body and my mind just wouldn’t allow me to push the familiar feeling away. I know I don’t know him, but I could never forget a face like his.
The stranger turned to walk away and I said, against everything that only wanted to throw my glass at his head, “Do I know you?”
“I don’t associate with little children.”
My skin crawled with irritation while my heart jolted, taking in his sensual presence. I took in a deep riveting breath of him, my lungs filled with pure felicity and saliva filled my mouth with desire—unexpected desire. I inhaled then exhaled trying to soothe my frazzled and flustered nerves. “Do I look familiar to you?”
“Women,” this Godlike creature within my presence sighed. His impeccable chest heaved as the air escaped from his lungs lauding the atmosphere around me. “I don’t know you, never met you, and can you stop harassing me?” And it clicked as to why he seemed so familiar, his inhuman unerring had not gone unnoticed; skin pallid, flawless and beautifully structured to enhance their angelic features. He shared the same beauty as the Svesson sisters; Angel the one who was sucking on the lollipop, Chalice with the attitude, and the other two, Nolana and Tayce. They all shared the straight, narrow features of the face, eccentric, lurid and yet enthralling colour of the eyes—not to mention he had their attitude down pat. He was related to them.
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