All Chapters of The Reaper CEO - The Legacies Series - Book One : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Wyatt POVSending Blake the photo was supposed to make her stay inside her house, safe. It was supposed to get her to understand that I was looking after her. That I need her safe and not going around unprotected. The way she looked at the camera and showed me her middle finger made me slam my fists against the wall and grab my things to go look for her.I am now driving like a lunatic on my way to her. Why does he have to be so stubborn? Doesn’t the fact someone entered her house and killed someone while she was asleep scared her? They are after her, after all. “Fucking move,” I shout inside my car as I slam my hands against the horn. The cab driver in front of me places his arm out of the window, flipping me off and all I want to do it break his hand.What the fuck is going on that makes people think it’s okay to show me the finger? Do they have a fucking death wish? I look at the mirrors and then I decide I am not waiting anymore. I pr

Blake POVI place both my hands against his chest pulling away from his kiss, his eyes still closed as he rests his forehead against mine and when they open he knows what I am about to say because he pulls away with a nod and turns round leaving me alone in the kitchen.His kiss felt like fire against my lips. I touch them, not being able to contain a smile as I close my eyes for a split second and when I open them, I hear the door closing. I walk to the door and rest a hand against it. He’s gone. He knows we are not supposed to do this. I got lost in his scent, in him, but we can’t. I look around the room and everything reminds me of him. Everything looks like he touched and chose. Everything is clean, just like him.I shake my head, walking into the bathroom, ready for a shower and sleep. I can’t let his choices and his mood interfere with my life. I can’t let anything like that dictate how I live my life. I have been distracted and not

Blake POVWalking into the room where the rehearsal dinner is being held makes my stomach turn. Everything in here is beautiful. The flowers are white and a soft tone of pink. There’s ice sculptures with people carving on them as Ice is needed for drinks. The champagne fountain is the most spectacular thing I have ever seen.After looking around the room and not finding Sandrine, I realize I might have to go find her. There’s so many people here that I can’t even see past the first row of people. I am too short and the women here are all tall, slim and wearing massive heels.“Where is Sandrine?” I whisper at Tara and she shrugs her shoulder as a broad smile appears on her lips and she waves me off. I frown, following her gaze, and I freeze where I am standing. Trent looks at me and then at the three men every woman is staring at.“I really don’t know why everyone is so fascinated by them,” he says, and I can

Wyatt POV Watching Blake walk away from me was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Allowing her to walk away. I know it’s the right thing to do. I don’t know what the fuck I was doing. I can’t keep her around. She is the enemy; she is the person I need to stay away from, but something deep down inside of me is not letting me. “What the fuck was all of that about?” Sandrine shouted at me as soon as she walked into the room alone with me. I don’t know what she was expecting. I never promised her to be faithful. I never told her I would be hers because I’ve always known that would never happen. She is not the woman for me, and I am not the man for her, and our marriage is fake, even though she doesn’t know. Her face, as she looked at me when I didn’t even reply to her, was priceless. I think that was the first time she actually realized I would never be her man. I think deep down she thought she would break the barriers, she would get under my skin and I

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