All the Things You Never Knew - By Angealica Hewley Page 0,38
intentions were far from Lansing’s and that you shouldn’t be mad at me anymore.”
Love?
“Whatever. You are just like him.”
A light chuckle escaped him, and he flicked at her nose. “No. I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“You…didn’t?”
Quite unbelievable.
“I did it…only to make you let go.”
“What!” Indignation struck her suddenly and she pushed him off. “Why did you?”
“You don’t understand.”
“I will never understand if you don’t explain your little behind right now, Mister!”
“You’re quite demanding.”
Why, of course! She has to be demanding now! She wanted to know why, didn’t she? Might as well make him explain it. But how would she know if it was a jest or not?
“I know you wouldn’t believe it, Rose. I know women don’t ever believe a man when they say this after so many wrongs, but I have to say it,” Leon said, running his hand through her hair. “I have to. I have many things to say, but let this be the first.” He gazed into her eyes once more and gently pushed her back down on the bed. “Because I love you.”
“You…what?”
His mouth met hers, and all thoughts were lost.
Because I love you…
Leon didn’t know if telling Rose so was a lapse or not. But hell, he would be lying to himself if he denies it because deep down, he knows that Rose had always been his love. The one he had wanted all along. The future of his life. If only he can make room for her to fit in.
His family was too dangerous for her to be a part of with all the enigmatic foes lurking around. There were five suspects he had been looking for, but there could be many others in their association that could cause a series of rampage. He doesn’t want Rose to feel insecure or be endangered in anyway.
Despite how many times Leon told himself that, he still can’t restrain himself from desiring her. He had promised not to violate her, but it seems he’s doing exactly that. He can’t hold himself back. Not today, tomorrow, now, not ever!
He doesn’t know if it’s the four bottle of whiskey he had chugged down earlier before he came that is making him reveal himself or his own truthful heart that is speaking. No. Definitely not his truthful heart. For one thing’s for sure, it’s not being true. It has never been. But with Rose, the truth is what he wants to spill.
“Rose,” he murmured against her lips. It’s been so long. Too long. He hadn’t kiss a mouth this pleasant ever since their break up. How he misses her so. Miss her with all his heart. She just doesn’t know how long he had endured the tedious life scavenging and hoping for the end of his adversity. Or how long he had waited to finally have the opportunity to face her once more.
“What did you say again?” Rose asked him, breathlessly moving her mouth away from his.
“Because I love you,” Leon repeated again. He said it so naturally without any hesitation at all.
It must really have been the whiskey.
“I don’t believe you,” she said, turning loose from him. “If you do, you wouldn’t have done that to me.”
“Rose, I–” He doesn’t know how to say this. Trying his best to prevent her from getting enrage he added, “Please believe me on this before anything else. I did not lay one finger on that woman the day you caught us together.”
He saw her flinch away in pain and move over to cradle her again.
“I know it sounds like a sham to you since I was half–” he hesitated but went on– “–since I was half… dressed, but I swear I never took her on or anything else,” he told her, grimacing as he feel a sharp aching pain to the side of his head.
“Leon, are you–”
“I’m f-fine,” he winced as Rose’s hand came over his head. Leon feels bliss to still have her care for him after he had hurt and deceived her.
“How much did you drink anyway?” she asked, lightly massaging the side of his head. “Hasn’t been more than an hour since we–”
“Can you not do that please?” he said, moving her hand away. As much as he enjoys her touch, the pain was afflicting too much. He probably went over his limit today taking down four bottles of Scotch whiskey. It seems to be going into his head and impairing his vision as she touches his head.
“I think I need to leave,” he said, rolling to his