Blasphemous (Torn #3)(29)
“Emma! Aren’t we past that already? Haven’t you listened to anything I just said?” he thundered out, getting riled up from my insecurity. Who could blame me, though? He had Lydia all over him during his entire time shooting KOC in Canada last year. Like what he did with me in Greece.
He always needed a woman with him. Always.
“Fine. I’m going to shower. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.” Letting go of him as I said that. Dragging my feet all the way upstairs as my thoughts dwelled on his relationship with Lydia. Funny how it wasn’t supposed to be me in Aspasia really, but that Latina woman, Sophia, was it? I forgot her name now, but I would never forget the sound that I walked into at the cottage before realizing it was Bass f*uking her brains out.
Her screams… were so much like mine.
The more I thought about where my imagination was leading me to, the more I tried to stop it before it went rampant. This was the downside of dating Bass and I hated it with every ounce of me.
Shedding my clothes off, I went inside his six-dial, black-marbled shower. My tears fell along with the streaming water. I was trying to give myself a pep talk since my best friend, Lindsey usually did it for me—but she wasn’t taking any of my calls because she was still convinced I shagged her ex-lover. Was she for real? Ugh. She was being all erratic when it came to Dimitris. She dumped the poor guy. He was heartbroken when she ended it with the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard in my life. Now I was at a loss for words when it came to Lindsey and her love life.
My first day back home and things weren’t looking great. That’s a bad sign, wasn’t it?
A scream came out of me when a strong hand pulled me out of the direct hit of the nozzle and placed me against the cold marbled wall. “What the hell! You scared the living crap out of me!”
“I’m sorry for snapping earlier. I shouldn’t have because I know where your thoughts were going… but after what we just went through, I thought that was enough to show you how serious I am about us.” Those piercing blue eyes penetrated into my very depths, showing me his emotions, making me feel his love, commitment, and how rare it was to share this kind of obliterating connection with another person. “I just don’t fall for any woman, Emma. It only happened to you. Doesn’t that tell you how special you are?”
My eyes casted down, unsure, as I stared at the gushing water going down the drain, finding myself feeling more vulnerable than ever before.
“Do you think any woman would do, when I have you? Look at me,” he pleaded, but I didn’t have it in me to face him.
He placed my hand over his chest. “This will only beat for you. For as long as I’m alive, this heart will only know you and no one else. For I have only one heart to give and I’m giving it to you.”
“You don’t have to say those things to me to make me feel better.”
“But I have to tell you the truth, Emma. Don’t you see how desperate I am to make things right with you again? I hurt when you’re hurting, too. Don’t you realize that by now?”
“I’m sorry for being such a pain. You’re just so amazing and I feel so undeserving of you.”
“How could you think that when I’ve fallen at your feet? When I try to fight for this unexplainable need to be with you every damn second of the day? Why do you think I’m still here fighting for you when I know that Carter’s waiting right around the corner to steal you away from me?”
My tears stopped when his lips hovered above mine; brushing against them in slight, toe-curling strokes at each word he delivered. “You were made to teach me love.” I was a quivering mess as I felt his breath on my lips, making me so aware of him. “To show me love,” he huskily added as my hand on his chest felt the loud thud of his beating heart. “To make me fall in love.” The last words he uttered eradicated every doubt, thought, and reason.
My fears, it seemed, were misplaced, but it was too late when I realized what they were.
Chapter 11
“When I get logical and I don’t trust my instincts—that’s when I get in trouble.”
- Angelina Jolie
Emma
I knew the moment I opened my eyes without Bass’s arms around me that something had happened. I didn’t know why, but my heart was pounding at such a speedy rate, I was becoming frightened for no apparent reason. Odd, it was completely and utterly odd.
“Bass?” I called out, half sitting on the bed, but no sound came.
With only my silk chemise on, I cautiously went downstairs and looked for him. “Bass?” I said his name again as I went in the kitchen, but he wasn’t found. My eyes darted to his keys lying on the counter, telling me that he was still home.
After, I checked the theatre, the pool area and the patio and still no Bass, I was starting to get frantic. Where the heck could he be?
Bathroom. I forgot to check that one. He probably was taking a shower for all I knew. Smiling, I went back upstairs remembering last night. We made love in the shower, the second time we did it backdoor.
Knocking on the bathroom door before I opened it, I called on him, “Are you in here?” When I opened the door and strolled inside, it was empty. Again.
Okay, where was he? I was getting frustrated, so I decided to get my phone and call him. I left my purse in the adjoining walk-in closet and I rushed towards it.