Fifty eight

SCARLET POV

I couldn't hear the words that Santos was saying not when Raphael was just a few feet away from me, talking to some men and smiling when they said something funny. When last had I seen a smile like that?

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that just a touch of his hand had had my walls and resolve crumbling like ashes. It had been so hard to wrench my hand away from him when all I'd wanted to do was to lean in and press my lips against his. He'd stared at me with such fierce passion or was it my wishful thinking... Was I just projecting what I felt onto him?

I flinched when I saw Kristine walk toward him, wrapped her arm around his waist, and animatedly joined in on their conversation.

I couldn't help but clench the document in my hand harder while murderous thoughts ran through my head. Raphael was mine... He fucking said he was going to protect me.

"Miss Scarlet" Santos called and I flinched, then forced myself to focus on him when it turned out that he'd been trying to ge