Slowly, Keyonna closed the door on his broken expression. She released a deep sigh as she moved away to head to the kitchen for a glass of water and some aspirin. The strain of the conversation had her wondering about her closing words. She’d meant it when she’d said she couldn’t be with Mark even if she’d wanted to. A bit of it had to do with the fact that she was being trapped into marriage to another. But as she searched the deepest recesses of her heart, Keyonna knew that she’d fallen into another trap of a more dangerous kind. The one which involved her heart…
Keyonna jumped when, for the second time that night her doorbell rang. What on earth? She banged down the glass of water and virtually stalked to her door and flung it open with a warning growl in her tone as she blurted, “Mark, I told you…”
Keyonna stiffened with surprise. Standing there this time wasn’t Mark as she’d thought, but Nick. His playfully cocky smile disappeared at the sound of Mark’s name.
“Mark was here?” Nick snarled, his face darkening with fury. Deciding she didn’t need this, Keyonna let out a huff and swirled round to stalk back to the kitchen.
Nick was hot on her heels, the front door banging shut after him. Keyonna rolled her eyes and chose to ignore the throbbing increasing in her skull. She went for the glass of water she’d been interrupted from drinking and raised it to her lips.
“I believe I asked you a question,” Nick said through gritted teeth, his hand closing tightly around her elbow.
“Yes, Mark was here!” Keyonna snapped, finally facing him as she spun round. Her eyes held his with her own share of anger. “He showed up moments after you drove off. Don’t worry; he didn’t stay very long.”
“Let me guess,” Nick sneered, “He was here to give his good wishes for your upcoming wedding.”
“Something like that,” Keyonna said, with equal sarcasm. She gasped when Nick grabbed her shoulders and pulled her hard against him, his face a mask of rage.
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Keyonna felt a cold thrill slide down her spine, feeling that same sweet hot rush she got from being so close to him. It had been a shock to find him standing on the doorstep and a delayed reaction began in her knees which were starting to wobble. His hold over her couldn’t be explained and yet somehow she could guess why she was becoming more and more vulnerable to his dominance.
“He only wanted to talk,” Keyonna finally said, forcing the defiant tone from her voice. “I didn’t even let him in the front door. He…well, he tried to make one last attempt to change my mind about leaving him, but I told him in no uncertain terms that it was over and that I was definitely going ahead with my marriage to you. Needless to say, I advised him never to bother trying to see me again.”
Nick’s lips thinned in a cold smile. “I hope for his sake, he heeds that advice. I’ve warned him more than once to stay away from you and I’m a man who hates to repeat himself. The next time, I might do just more than warn him.”
“I’m sure he got the message this time,” Keyonna said with a twist to her lips. Seeing a jealous Nick would have been such a romantic, delicious buzz if she understood why the hell he could be jealous. It wasn’t like he was in love with her or anything. He’d made it clear that he’d have gladly married Rachel and had only chosen Keyonna out of necessity. He also claimed to desire her sexually so then maybe he was that type of man who hated to share his toys or whatever he felt was his property.
Reminding herself of just what they had between them and that it had nothing to do with romance, Keyonna sighed and tried to pull out of his hold.
“Just what did you come back for, Nick?” she asked tiredly, her palms flat against his chest. He merely tightened his grip, and when she made herself look into his eyes, she saw them soften with a glowing enticement.
“My goodnight kiss,” he rumbled, his dark gaze deepening almost to black as they rested on her lips. His hands slid up her arms to encircle her throat lightly, and Keyonna hummed softly in both protest and pleasure, her heart pounding faster than ever.
She felt all giddy and silly at the same time. She had wondered at how preoccupied he’d seemed all evening, so much so he hadn’t given her the customary kiss goodnight he usually did. She’d always felt it was just something perfunctory on his part; nothing dreamy about it but simply his gentlemanly way of reminding her she belonged to him. So how come those light brushstrokes of his lips over hers, though brief, always kept her moist and restless through the night?