Veils of Rivalry
Chapter 32
Blaise’s POV
“Kiss me, Cole,” Allie’s voice drifts through the door, and I fist my hands, ear pressed to the wood. “I’ve missed you. Did you miss
me?”
I can’t hear Cole’s response, my brows knitting together as I strain t listen. Are they kissing? Does he want her?
I grind my teeth, cursing myself for hovering outside my brother’s bedroom door like a peeping Tom, but my skin crawls at the thought of his girlfriend anywhere near him after the way he looked at me from beneath his heavy lids in the shower. I can’t stop thinking about his soaked hair plastered to his forehead or how the water beaded on his lips, a droplet clinging to the end of his nose while he stroked his hard dick. Fuck me… I’m ruined after seeing him wet and horny, surrounded by steam. The way he stared at me as he pleasured himself, trying to reach a high that seemed far away until I curled my fingers around his wrist.
He didn’t stop me..
I should have stayed away, but I didn’t.
Despite my better judgment, I reach for the door handle, hesitating. What am I doing? Why am I here?
I let my hand fall away, then form a fist. Allie giggles on the other side of the door, and something ugly stirs from deep within. My knuckles turn white as I inhale a steadying breath, feeling my chest expand.
Get yourself together, Blaise.
I slowly uncurl my fingers on an exhale, my heart aching and throbbing.
Fuck this…
Turning on my heel, I drag a trembling hand through my hair. I’m a fucking mess, and my a stranger touch me last night. What started as a fun game, a thrill to add a little color to my boring life, soon left me empty and restless.
emotions are all over the place after I let
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I’m no closer to figuring out who hides behind that damn mask. Why’s that? Because I got too caught up in the moment.
Fucking weak.
I enter the kitchen and open the fridge, allowing the cool air to clear my head.
Cole didn’t pull away or tell me to fuck off. No, he came almost as soon as I touched him, his wet lips parting wh a shuddering breath as cum rained over my wrist.
“Fuck…I slam the fridge door shut but pause when the landline rings, the shrill tone tensing my shoulders. Who the hell could that be now? Dragging my hand down my face, I blow out a long breath, exhausted and fed up with my internal turmoil.
It rings again, so I cross the room and pick up the phone without checking the caller ID.
Leaning back against the counter, I balance it between my shoulder and ear as I fish my mobile out of my pocket.
“Hello.” I swipe the screen, noting a new message from Tiago.
“Cole? Is that you?” a slurred voice rasps.
as the man in question and his annoying girlfriend enter the room. They stop in the doorway as though they
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didn’t expect to see me there.
For once, I’m swallowing thickly for a different reason.
A pang of…something throbs behind my ribcage.
“It’s me…your dad. I’ve been thinking…” His words fade into the background when Cole’s eyes clash with mine.
He walks past, his leather scent lingering for long moments. I clencha muscle in my cheek, staring at the expanse of his broad back. His gray T–shirt is stretching over his shoulders, and his combats sit low on his hips, accentuating his toned legs and fine–as–hell-
“I want to see you,” Cole’s dad slurs through the line.
I turn my back and stare out the window, watching Mia pull up outside. After exiting her car, she talks briefly to my dad, who shuts the trunk on the suitcases.
“Cole? Talk to-”
“Wrong number,” I grit out, lowering the phone from my ear and ending the call.
“Who was that?” Allie asks, seated at the table, peeling a mandarin while Cole roots through the fridge.
Placing the phone back in the holder, I tear my gaze away from the window.
Some people peel off small pieces, but not Allie. No, she makes a game out of creating a long spiral. I watch her, feeling Cole’s eyes on me as he shuts the fridge.
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