The Rose Witch - Chandelle LaVaun Page 0,48
good boyfriend and you couldn’t even do that. Spare me, wanker. Get out. Now.”
“Chloe, please, I’m begging you—”
I stopped listening. I was too busy wondering how I never noticed just how utterly annoying his voice was. It was super nasal-y, like he was plugging his nose while speaking. As he stood there sniveling about how badly I mistreated and neglected him while I was in school, I wondered how I didn’t see through his sleezy façade. He was a piece of shit. Weak. My superior academic career made him feel less like a man.
I tried to imagine Malachi being threatened by my success but couldn’t. He was five times the man Rolland was and he was the son of Lucifer. The Prince of Hell. If I had been dating him all this time I would’ve been— God. What am I saying? Dating Malachi? Bollocks. I’ve got it bad already. This is too fast to have fallen this deep.
“…and well, actually, the Lancaster family name has always represented—"
“STOP.” I held my hands up and snarled. “I don’t know how you’re so blasted idiotic that you think you can come in here at three in the morning after you were caught shagging another woman and then mansplain me on my own damn family. Get out.”
His face fell. “No.”
“Leave.”
He shook his head. “Not until you agree to take me back.”
“This is not a hostage negotiation, Rolland, and if it was, I’m the hostage here.” I pressed my fingers to my temples as sharp pain shot through my head. “I’ve asked you nicely to leave, so do it. Now.”
“And I’ve asked you nicely to take me back, so do it. Now.” He smirked like he’d just presented the best case in the world.
“That’s not how this works,” I shouted. “Piss. Off.”
“Chloe, we’ve been together too long to throw it away now—”
“I guess you should have thought of that before!” I screamed and slammed my fists on the counter.
“It won’t happen again—"
“Oi, babe,” Malachi shouted from down the hall.
Rolland and I both froze.
Malachi’s footsteps thundered down the hall, getting louder as he approached the kitchen. “I’ve narrowed it down to two movie options, but you’ll have to pick the winner.”
WHAT?
And then he strolled into the kitchen wearing only those silky white baggy pants I’d seen when he went full angel. The super thin ones that hung indecently low on his hips and hid nothing. That was it. That was all he had on. No shirt. No shoes. No jacket. Just him looking better than anything I’d ever seen.
My heart stopped. Oxygen evaporated out of my lungs in an instant.
He took two steps inside and stopped short. He blinked and frowned, like seeing Rolland and I there was a surprise. Then he feigned a fake but brilliant smile. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t notice you there.”
“Who is this?” Rolland all but growled. He pointed to Malachi and spat, “Who?”
Ummmm, Malachi. Prince of Hell. Angel of Heaven.
Rolland slammed his palm on the counter. “Chloe?”
I peeled my eyes off of Malachi’s chiseled abs and looked to my ex. “You heard me. Piss off and forget I exist.”
Malachi smirked and strolled over to the fridge in the corner behind me. He yanked it open, then bent over to search.
Rolland scoffed. “Like hell, I want an explanation for…for…this.”
Malachi straightened, standing at his full height at well over six feet, with two cold bottles of beer. He glanced back and forth between me and Rolland and then stopped in front of me and sat the bottles on the counter. With his right hand he reached up and took my chin between his fingers, then leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.
I gasped against his mouth as fireworks burst inside me. Finally. All of my control snapped. My attraction for this man came out tenfold. I pushed up on my toes and cupped his jaw, then pulled his mouth closer to mine. He slid his hand to the back of my head and fisted my hair, angling my head back to deepen our kiss. Our lips brushed and everything inside me turned to mush. His tongue slipped inside my mouth and I moaned, melting under his touch.
Nothing else in the world matter. I couldn’t even remember what we were looking for. My chest seared with pain and I knew I needed to give it oxygen but I had none. My legs turned to mush. I fell into his chest. He slid a scorching hot path with his hand up the side of my