-Elijah-
So this is not awkward at all, I thought as we sat around the dinner table, still waiting for Hunter to tell Cross to f*ck off. The bastard just kept dragging this out. The longer he took, the longer we were away from Angela, and it drove me insane. I was ready to kill, just to be with her.
I took a sip of the bourbon in front of me to calm my nerves, and then I noticed one of Cross’s daughters looking at me. I believed it was the other one—not the one Cross had planned to mate with Hunter.
She was biting her lower lip, gazing at me as if she were undressing me in her mind. Once, I might have used her for a quick f*ck, but now that I had Angela, her attention disgusted me. The only one I wanted was Angela, and it wouldn’t be quick. Unless she wanted it that way. If she were so
