Chapter 5 - Calliope Flores

Calliope POV

I feel my entire body trembling, and those blue eyes pierce through my soul. As soon as I saw him walking towards me, my entire brain became a horrible mush. “I am Dash, her husband,” he says, offering his hand for me to shake. I blink several times, trying to process a coherent train of thought, but nothing is happening. Carson and Rachel approach us laughing but immediately stop as they feel the tension in the air.

I can see their facial expression change as their eyes land on the man in front of me, the man that looks like a replica of the lawyer defending the asshole that harassed me. I didn’t know it was possible for two people to look so alike. Yes, I know twins exist, but I have never seen anything like this before. I lick my lips before my words come out all stumbling.

“H-hi, I’m,” I say but stop clearing my throat as soon as my hand touches his. It feels like electricity pumping through my veins. I immediately pull my hand away from his as I stare into his wife’s eyes. She looks unaware of the chemistry happening right in front of her eyes. “I’m Callie, thanks for that,” I let out, looking straight into Grace’s eyes.

“You’re welcome. As soon as I saw J-Dash coming over, I knew something was wrong, and he has a bit of a temper, so I thought it would be a good idea to try to mediate things, right, honey?” Grace says, looking at Dash and raising both her eyebrows. His eyes are still on me, but he quickly looks at her, nodding without saying another word.

“I am sorry about my husband’s behavior. He can be a caveman sometimes, he doesn’t like to talk much, but he sure knows how to please a woman,” Grace says, digging her elbow into her husband’s ribs, and he nods without moving his eyes from me. I feel like I am being analyzed, and I hate that feeling. The man does look like a caveman, his body is full of muscles, and he looks like he can’t even close his arms.

“Is everything okay?” Carson asks, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me to him. He can see that my entire body is stiff, and now he can feel it. He places a small kiss on the top of my head, and as I look at the man in front of me, his hand closes into a fist, and his jaw tightens. His eyes move from me to Carson.

“Yes, this is Grace and Dash; they own the place. I had a little incident, and they were here to help me,” I say, and Carson nods as he smiles politely at the couple staring at him.

“Thank you for rescuing our damsel in distress, but I will be taking over now,” Carson says, and I swear I hear some sort of growl coming out of Dash, but I could be wrong. The music is loud, and we are all speaking so loud that things could get missed or… I don’t know. Do people even growl? I thought that was a book thing. Shrugging it off, I smile at them, ready to get the fuck out of here. Being in front of a man who looks like the man representing the worst man on earth makes me feel uncomfortable.

I smile politely, ready to walk away, when Carson is pulled away from me. I look back to find Dash with a hand wrapped around Carson’s arm as they face each other. Words are being exchanged, but I can’t hear them. I move fast to stand between the two of them, and when my hands touch Dash’s chest, I immediately move them because his eyes fall on mine, and I feel like he is trying to stare into my soul.

“Thank you for helping me, but I don’t need anyone protecting me; I can defend myself,” I let out as I looked at him. His eyes flash different types of emotions, and I swear I can almost see sorrow in them, regret maybe?

“It would’ve been difficult to defend yourself, knocked out drugged princess,” he barks at me, and my eyes widen as Grace pulls Dash’s arm.

“Let’s go, we’re done here,” she says, pulling the man away from me, but he doesn’t move. Soon after, he allowed Grace to pull him away, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. My entire body trembles, and I feel my legs almost caving in. Rachel stands next to me and her eyes meet mine as she smiles.

“He is gorgeous,” she says, and I look over my shoulder to see him standing by the bar with a really annoyed Grace, pointing her finger at his nose as he looks at me instead of looking at her. Her eyes follow the direction he is staring at and land on me, and I quickly turn around, not looking at them anymore.

“He is an asshole, let’s go home,” I let out in frustration. My entire body is reacting like I am a horny teenager, and that is pissing me off more than the entire caveman thing. The way he thought he could just waltz here and behave like that.

“Yeah, a gorgeous asshole,” Carson says, and Rachel agrees. As soon as we enter the Uber, they both keep talking about Dash while I scroll through my phone, looking at photos of him. He looks a bit slimmer in these pictures, but again, they are not as recent because since getting married, the man stopped being the focus of the press.

“I wouldn’t mind a man like that coming to my rescue,” Rachel says, and Carson nods. I shake my head, trying to block my thoughts from the man who looked into my eyes and pierced into my soul. I can’t be thinking of him, he is married.

“I wonder if the twin is going to be as intense,” Rachel says, catching my attention and. I look at her, and she smiles. “You know, in court, I don’t think I will be able to testify if he is questioning me,” Rachel says, and I shake my head.

“Do you think he sleeps around? His wife wasn’t very comfortable next to him,” Carson says, and I look at him frowning. “Did you see how she was looking at him and then at Callie? It was like she was trying to figure the two of you out,” Carson adds, and I open my mouth to reply, but nothing comes out.