Kaelen POV
Most times I wonder, if she was not a virgin, would I still feel this possession over her?
It does not matter now. I have set my sights on her. My hands have touched her skin. She was marked by me the night she fell into my bed. She is mine now.
I do not love her. No. Love is a lie my ex-wife taught me well. Love is a blade that cuts from behind. I will not make that mistake again.
But I do not want her dating anyone else. I do not want her smiling at the driver boy. Flynn with his easy laugh and his pretty face. I see the way she looks at him. Like he is sunshine. Like I am a storm.
She is wrong. I am not a storm. I am the whole damn hurricane.
I stand in front of the mirror in my bedroom. Black suit. White shirt. Gray tie. My hair is slicked back. My jaw is clean shaven.
