Blake POV
“I’ll call you later, I promise,” I say as I stand holding the front door while Wyatt stands there in front of me. I put on some clothes while Wyatt and Emma stared at each other, hatred flying from both of them as they waited for me to come out of my room.
When I entered the room, it felt like I had just walked into a freezer room, Wyatt standing with his hands in his pockets by the window while Emma watched him like a Hawke. I still don’t know what happened and why he is here, but I know this is not the time to find out.
All I know is that he is here standing in front of me, watching as I move, looking at my lips with hunger plastered all over his face while I tell him to go because my best friend is here. I know Wyatt wanted to protest, but the stern look I gave him made him retrieve his thoughts and not say anything he might’ve regret later.
“Blake,” he whispers my name as he takes one step towards m
Wyatt POVMy phone hasn’t stopped ringing since I walked away from Sandrine. She has been calling me every ten minutes, as if that would change my mind. Dash and Jagger called several times as well, and I even have a call from the man himself. Lorenzo Parisi. I take a deep breath as I hold my phone between my fingers, waiting for the only phone call I want to answer.“Are you there?” I receive a message from Blake and I immediately sit straight on the couch, typing away the response.“Yes, I am here,” I reply to her. I keep my eyes on the screen and the three dots appear, telling me she is typing, but then they disappear. I frown, looking at the screen, and when the dots reappear, I let out a sigh. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, and why I am feeling like this. I feel like a fucking hormonal teenager that has never had sex in his life and is about to ask the cheerleader out to prom. Get a fucking grip, Wyatt.
Blake POVAfter that small exchange of messages with Wyatt, I haven’t heard back from him all day and night, but in a way, I am happy. I don’t know what to say to him. Emma has the tv non stop on the gossip channels and everyone is talking about Wyatt leaving Sandrine at the altar.“Do you think he walked out on her while they were standing there?” Emma asks as she drinks some of her tea, and I shrug. All of this is a little overwhelming. Not knowing what really happened and I can’t stop thinking about how she is right now. I can’t stop thinking this is all my fault.“I feel bad for her,” I say, and Emma’s eyes dart to mine in shock and I shake my head slightly, cradling my tea between my hands. We have been siting on the couch for the past several hours just watching the gossip. Obviously, no one has come forward explaining anything from Wyatt’s side, and not even from Sandrine.“Look,&rdq
Blake POVI open my eyes to find Emma sleeping next to me with her mouth open and her arms crossed on top of her stomach. The soft snore makes me close my eyes again and shove the pillow over my head. I don’t know what time it is, but I don’t have to worry about a job to go to, anyway. I mentally beat myself up for fucking everything up.“Can you stop moving?” I hear Emma say and I frown peaking out of the pillow and my eyes grow wider as I see Wyatt lying down on the bed next to me. I gasp and his hand moves to cover my mouth. I nod slightly as he retrieves his hand.I adjust myself closer to him and close my eyes. I can feel his heart beating against his chest, his hands keeping me in place as they rest on my stomach. I can feel Wyatt moving his head while he takes a deep breath, and I can’t help but smile. What man would come to my bed while my best friend is sleeping next to me?“Please don’t tell me you&rsquo
Wyatt POV“Are you two done?” Blake asks, her voice almost falling, I don’t know what to do to make her realize I am here for her, I am not going anywhere and I know I shouldn’t be, but I am, and fuck everyone else, fuck whoever tries to get me to leave her. The way she is feeling right now is doing something to me, something I have never felt before. My insides are twisting and it’s like I feel her pain.“Yes,” I say without hesitation. Her eyes finally find mine and I can see the relief in them, I can see that she thought I was going to say no. “There wasn’t never anything between us, you were right,” I say and her eyes grow wide and she turns on the couch crossing her legs Indian style as she stares directly at me.“Go on, don’t stop now,” she says and I take a deep breath, sitting back on the couch as I feel her eyes on me. The way she looks at me is burning into my soul. I can fee
Blake POV“What is all of this?” Wyatt asks as he places the piece of newspaper back on the wall and I take a deep breath. This is it. He might walk away now.“This is what I do. I take bad guys down,” I say and he moves his eyes to me and then back at the wall. His hands are in his pockets now. And I don’t know if it’s because he is nervous or angry. “I started before I finished my degree. I investigate bad people and I bring them down,” I say and he shakes his head.“This is dangerous Blake, there are big names here, names I know I have heard, people that wouldn’t flinch to kill you if you get near them. You need to stop this,” Wyatt says, and I shake my head. I knew something like this would happen.“I can’t, I am sorry but I can’t,” I let out and his eyes lock on mine. I can see the anger in them, the fire burning in his eyes. He is not disguising his feelings, h
Wyatt POVWatching Blake sleep makes my heart skip a beat. The way her mouth parts slightly as she breathes, her hair all over the pillow, her breasts exposed as the blankets only cover to her waist. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And she is mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to kiss. Mine to destroy.Seeing that board made everything real. I’ve always known she wanted to take me down, but seeing that made it all a lot more real. It’s like I was trying to fool myself. Like I was trying to convince myself that she would drop the investigation now that we’re together. Of course, she wouldn’t. She doesn’t know it’s me and I can’t tell her. I can’t give her that kind of power over me.I pour myself another glass of whiskey as I look through the glass, people dancing in front of me as if nothing is wrong in the world, women rubbing themselves on each other and on men. I close my eyes, resting my head back. The
Blake POV“Good morning, sunshine,” I say as I enter the kitchen to find Emma with her head between her hands. She groans at my loud voice and I can’t help but laugh. She looks like she is with a mother of a hangover. “That bad?” I ask and she nods her head slightly and then hisses as she grabs the side of her head.I walk straight to the coffee machine and turn it on. I always leave everything ready the night before, so in the morning is easier and faster. The smell invades my nostrils and Emma raises her head slightly, staring at me. She is still wearing the same clothes she was wearing yesterday.“Long lunch, that one,” I say and she shrugs and when I place the coffee in front of her, she offers me a small smile and after a few moments of silence, she speaks.“Lunch turned into afternoon drinks, into dinner, and then clubbing, and why did I see Wyatt entering the club alone?” She asks and I frown, s
Blake POV“What do you mean, security?” I ask as I take one step away from Wyatt. His eyes scan my face, trying to read my mind. The intensity in his eyes speaks louder than words.“I have two people that will be following you around, keeping your safe, and I am increasing the surveillance in your house,” he tells me and I burst into laughter. He must be out of his God damn mind if he thinks I will have body guards following me around while I am trying to take down mafia lords.“No,” I say and he shakes his head, shoving his hands into his pockets again. His eyes are cold and distant as he stares at me. I can feel my cheeks burning as anger bubbles inside of me.“This is not up for discussion Blake, you either accept my terms or I am walking,” he says and I have to say his words take me by surprise and I shrug my shoulders. His eyes glued on mine and I can see anger in them. He is getting frustrated with me