Chapter 59
Gemma
“Cassian! Why are you in my bed?!” I shout.
Then I look around and realize where I am. “Oh, goddess. Why am
I in your bed?”
Even when we were married, he never spent the night with me.
I wrack my brain trying to remember what happened last night, but it’s a haze of booze and dancing.
Then I catch a flash of a memory of the club calling Cassian when my cards declined. He showed up and hauled me out. I thought he was a male dancer and…
“Did I proposition you?” I ask in horror.
There are dark circles beneath his eyes, but he grins up at me
from the pillow.
“Yeah. And you haven’t paid me yet, so I don’t know where you think you’re going.”
I pull my knees up to my chest and cover my face with my hands. “Ugh, why did I drink so much?”
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There’s a gentle tug on my braid, and I put my hands down to see Cassian. He slides a hand around my waist.
I squeak in surprise as he tugs me into his arms, my body pressed against his, snuggled in the softness of his bed.
“Don’t beat yourself up. You’re more fun when you drink than a lot of people. And very…bold.”
“Ugh!” I say again. I push against him. I can’t think when he’s this close. I don’t understand why he’s holding me like this or smiling
at me.
He’s never acted this way before.
What is going on?
“Listen, Cassian, whatever I said last night, I’m probably sorry for at least some of it. But probably not most of it.”
He laughs drily. “Of course.”
Then he sits up. His body is incredible in the golden light of early morning that streamed through the windows–all bronze skin and toned muscle.
I bite my tongue and swallow a groan. I don’t want to encourage
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him any more than I might have last night.
In nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, Cassian pads over to his closet and starts pulling out clothes. “Gemma, about this
divorce…”
I hold my breath, thinking he’s going to say something about
Seaside Manor.
Instead, he says, “You need to move back to the house. I can send someone to Zina’s place to get your things later.”
I’m out of bed in an instant. Only then do I notice I’m wearing a pair of the pajamas I left here when I moved.
Great. So, someone had taken off my clothes.
Heat runs through me at the thought that it might have been Cassian.
I shove that thought aside. I shouldn’t want that. I’m not going to
want it.
I’m getting my life back in order. Back under my control. I’d given Cassian three years to love me, and he refused.
I’m done with the rollercoaster of emotions he puts me through. The pain of it is too much.
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Not even his love can be worth this anymore.
“No. You won’t. I’m not moving back here.”
Cassian turns. His eyes narrow.
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The contempt in the look is so much different than the affection
he had when he smiled up at me in the bed.
Aaaand this is the exact roller coaster I want off of.
“You spent the night in my bed last night,” Cassian says. “You propositioned me.”
“I thought you were somebody else,” I snap, looking around for the clothes I wore yesterday.
They aren’t there, but a neat stack of my old clothing from when I lived here is. I grab it and started changing right there.
After all, he is, so why should I bother to hide?
“Nothing has changed,” I continue. “You had your chance. I’m not coming back. You have your year, and that’s all you’re going to get.”
I almost fall over trying to put on my pants, but I’m saved when he
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stalks up to me. He reaches out to steady me, then waits until I’ve
got both feet on the ground again.
The only problem is, the only thing I’m wearing on top is my bra.
He looks down hungrily and raises a hand to cup my cheek. I can’t help it, I lean into the touch of his warm, rough palm.
“Cassian…” I whisper.
“Why are you getting to me lately?” he asks. I can tell he’s asking himself more than he’s asking me. “Why can’t I stop thinking
about you?”
“Because I told you that you can’t have me,” I retort in a sassy
voice.
A wicked smile curves one side of his mouth. I’m hypnotized by it. By the way he smiles and the confusion and wonder in his midnight blue eyes.
“No,” he says. “But you should be afraid, Gemma. I decide I need you…I won’t be able to let you go.”
Then he bends his head and kisses me.
Divorcing My Alpha King.
