Release Date: November 2013
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She’s caught between her desire for him and the desire to protect what she herself has created. He is domineering and strong with all his wealth and power, as he unapologetically pursues her.
Should she give in? Should she set aside who she is and be with him in his world?
Lukas Blakk is exactly what Lexi has always wanted but the man has a past that Lexi might not be ready for.
What the fuck are you doing?” I snapped at him. He took two steps and towered over me. He was so damn close I could feel the heat that came off him. There was nowhere for me to go as he inched closer. I moved back and had to lean up against my car door.
“Careful how you speak to me,” he said, his voice low and controlled. I’m sorry, did I miss something? My mind did a double take.
“You have to be kidding me, right?” I asked, astounded by his behaviour. I didn’t dare look away. I wanted him to see how angry I was. He loomed over me, glaring. I could see his chest rising up and down. He was angry. I couldn’t believe it.
“Back off, sir, I’m not in the fuckin’ mood,” I hissed. He placed both his hands on the roof of my car, cradling my body between them.
He leaned in that much closer and whispered, “You feel it...I know you do.” I swallowed hard as his eyes fused me to him. I had a hard time breathing. I was losing myself to this man I hardly knew. I wanted what my body craved, but my mind fought like fuckin’ hell to protect me.
“N—no,” I stammered. “You’re mistaken. I don’t understand, nor do I care about what you’re feeling.” He leaned in closer, his presence taking over my space. His divine smell overpowered my senses. Neither one of us moved or made a sound, only the music from my Mini surrounded us, Portishead’s “Glory Box.” It was as though that song sang to me, damn it.
Both us of stood, waiting for the other. I didn’t want this. It was already too complicated, and I didn’t think the little confidence I had could take on a man like him. I raised my hand to his chest and began pushing him away.
“Move, Lukas,” I murmured. His perfectly shaped lips disappeared into a thin line. He moved enough so I could finally get into my car. I put it into first gear, changing the song so I wouldn’t hear it anymore, and drove away. The Smith’s “Charming Man” started and I was all for it.
I looked back through my rearview mirror and saw Lukas still standing in the middle of the road watching me drive away.
About the Author
She reads nonstop, devouring books like its food, loving the feeling of being lost in a world that another author has created.
Evangelene started writing her stories ten years ago to express and bring to life all the wonderful characters that inhabit her imagination. She writes for herself and invites readers to join her journey.