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His nostrils flared as his sharp jaw ticked.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I need to talk to Em,” Warner replied, his features stoic.
His grip around my hand tightened.
“You didn’t answer my question.
What are you doing here?
Who let you in?”
Damn!
At the end it had to happen.
The thing I feared.
Last night, when I didn’t give Ace any answer, I felt how his mood went to a dark path, though he didn’t show it to me.
And his meeting Warner didn’t seem to be a good idea at all with his darkened mood.
So, messaging Cassie, I had her take Warner away with some excuse from the function.
I felt guilty, but I didn’t want a scene at Tess’s rehearsal dinner.
I put a hand on Ace’s arm.
Warner’s gaze followed the act.
“Ace, please.
Don’t start anything here.
He was invited to the wedding,” I said softly.
His flashing gray eyes met mine.
“I don’t care if he’s invited or not.
He’s not staying here.”
Turning to Warner, he hissed, “Leave!”
“Ace!”
I gasped.
“He’s my friend.
You can’t talk to him like that.”
“It’s okay, Em.
I don’t care what he says.
I came here for you.
I need to discuss something with you.
It’s important.”
Putting on a tight smile, he pushed his hands into his pockets.
“She won’t go anywhere with you.”
The deep Greek accent sent shivers down my spine.
His enraged eyes cut through Warner.
But Warner held his gaze.
“Let her make the decision, shall we?”
God!
This wasn’t happening!
I totally forgot he’d be here out of my excitement to meet Ace.
Taking a threatening step forward, he spoke in a low voice, “Do not try to cross my path, Mr.Wilson.
I’m warning you for the last time.
You won’t like the outcome, trust me.”
Though Warner kept a nonchalant face, he took a step back.
The fleeting fear flashing across his eyes for a second didn’t go missed by me.
I pulled Ace back and turned to Warner, casting him an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry, Warner.
I have to go right now.
But I’ll meet you in a bit, all right?”
His jaw clenched, but he didn’t say anything.
Nodding, he gave one last glance at Ace, who was still murdering him with his glare, and walked away.
I turned to him.
“What was that?
You were flat out rude!”
Ignoring my accusation, he grabbed my waist and dragged me with him again.
Once in front of an unoccupied room, he pushed the door open and locked us inside.
“What are you doing—” My words caught in my throat as he pinned me against the door.
Leaning in, he snuggled his face in the crook of my neck.
“This dress….
Tell me what I’m thinking is true, Rosebud.
Tell me you wore this for me,” he groaned out, taking a sharp intake of breath.
With that, all my irritation went out of the window.
My heartbeat was fast as a tingling sensation ran across my skin with his hard body pressing against mine.
The intoxicating strokes of his hands on my curves sent my nerves haywire.
“Tell me, Rosebud.
I’m impatient here.
I’ve waited too long.
I can’t anymore.
Did you wear it for me?”
Pulling away, he pressed his forehead against mine.
“Isn’t this dress an answer to your questions already?
Do I need to say anything?”
I whispered, gazing into his soul.
He shook his head, torment etched into those gray orbs.
“I need to hear it from your mouth.
Tell me.
Did you… did you finally forgive me?
Did you decide to give us a chance?”
A smile spread across my face, my eyes burning with the hefty waves of emotions slamming into my chest.
“Yes!”
I gulped down my tears.
Happiness bloomed in my heart.
“I forgave you—“
And again, I was cut off by him.
But this time with his lips.
Which I appreciated a lot.
Breathless once he pulled away, I was greeted with a blinding smile on his face.
Gray eyes shone with felicity and content as he cupped my face.
“You truly forgave me, Rosebud?”
I nodded, lost in his smile.
He was breathtaking.
How did I get so lucky?
Letting out laugh, he pulled me closer and littered kisses all over my face and neck.
“Thank you!
Thank you so much, baby!
You don’t know what you gave me today!”
Giggles left my lips with his non-stop kisses as I leaned more into him.
It took me some time to forgive him completely, to understand his reasons for why he pushed me away.
Though it still hurt, I couldn’t stay mad at the decision he took in the worst time of his life.
The?most important thing was, he was only looking out formy well-being.
Even after forgiving him, I held myself back to give myself some time to process everything.
But now my patience was over.
I couldn’t stay away from him anymore.
From the man my heart beats for.
Placing a lingering kiss on my lips, he peered into my eyes.
“So now I can call you mine?”
I raised my brow.
“I thought you already declared that.”
A musical chuckle reverberated through his chest.
“Well, I declared what’s the truth.
You’re mine.”
Brushing the pad of his thumb over my lower lip, he whispered, “Only mine.”
His lips caught my mouth again, his hungry tongue battling against my eager one.
“You don’t know how happy I’m today, Rosebud.
You’ve freed me from my years of torment.
Thank you so much, baby.
I promise I’ll make it up to you for the rest of my life.”
“You better,” I said, breathless from his scorching kisses.
His hands reached behind me to cup my butt.
Giving my cheeks a hard squeeze, he scooped me up, making me wrap my legs around his hips.
Even though with the heavy gown it was really uncomfortable, I didn’t care.
Nor did he.
We were more concentrated on our kiss instead.
When his hand slipped under my gown, going up my thigh, I let out a moan.
God, I needed more.
I needed this man.
Letting out a groan, he ran his hand against my bare skin, deepening the kiss.
“I love you, my rose.
I love you so fucking much.”
A warmth surged through my chest.
Even in the kiss, a serene smile stretched across my lips.
And the words I’d been hiding in my heart for years slipped through my lips.
“I love you too.”
FORTY-EIGHT: THE SURPRISE OF THE VILLAIN
H e froze.
Slowly pulling away, he cupped my cheeks.
“What did you say?”
I bit my lip.
But the shy smile broke out on my face, anyway.
“What did you say, Rosebud?
Did you just—” he gulped, his eyes were desperate, “—did you just say you—“
“I love you.”
He let out a shaky breath.
The intense emotions swirling in his gray orbs seared my heart.
“Say it again,” he rasped.
Pulling him closer, I brushed my lips against his desirable ones.
“I love you, Achilles Valencian.
I love you so much that it hurts.”
Heaving a sigh, he engulfed me in his chest.
I placed my cheek right above his heart, listening to his fast heartbeat.
I didn’t complain about his vice grip around me, as we stayed like that for some moments.
Though I didn’t like his silence.
“Ace?”
I whispered into his chest.