Blasphemous (Torn #3)(60)

I was glad that this was working out fine, that he was more than okay to satisfy me orally without penetration. It was a win-win without risking anything on my part.

“Emma! Where the hell have you been? We were looking all over for you,” Trista almost yelled at me when she spotted me walking towards the pool area with Carter holding my hips.

“God, Trista! Will you take a chill pill? She was obviously busy with Carter. Maybe you should get busy. A nice glow like Emma’s would do you good right about now,” Amber suggested before she popped an olive in her mouth.

Trista pulled me inside the house, away from the others, looking stressed out. “Don’t tell me you disappeared to have an orgasm while I’m freaking out in here because we’re out of ice!”

Someone cleared his throat and we both blanched when we saw Dimitris, Bass and Taylor standing nearby.

Holy shit cakes! f*uk.

Taylor came by, hugging Trista from behind. “Will you stop chiding her? It’s only a party. I love you, but you’re becoming such a terrorizer. How about we get you a drink to calm you down? Or do we need to go for more drastic measures here?”

Trista gave a shaky nod. “Both, I think I need both. A good drink and a good monster.”

He merely laughed before kissing her cheek. “Let’s get you attended to then.” Taylor and Trista disappeared quickly, while I stared after them, feeling a little off.

They were in love and I couldn’t be any more glad that Trista had a man like Taylor to love her.

I was jealous, though, because I had a man once who had treated me like that. One who was staring holes at me. Without even glancing his way, I knew he was about to crack.

My sex life wasn’t his business. He made it plainly simple so what’s with the angry stares then?

Biting my lip, I suddenly didn’t feel too well. The inkling to cry was so strong, I had to bite the insides of my mouth until I tasted blood, just to stop me from shedding a tear.

“Emma?”

Dimitris.

“I’m fine,” I called out without giving the men a glance before I almost ran out of there. When I finally spotted Carter, it only took one look to know that I was about to lose my shit.

“Let’s go.” He pulled me against him, grateful for his strength as he weaved us out of there.





Chapter 25


“I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.”



- Cassandra Clare



Bass



“Looks like that was the man who gave her orgasms,” Dimitris murmured as we both watched Emma and Carter leave. He had his hand on her hip, possessively, letting everyone know that she was clearly taken.

The raging inferno in my body was getting out of hand. Each time Emma was around, I become undone, but seeing her with the guy who broke us apart made me want to wring her neck.

I wondered what kind of a relationship they had since it was just this morning that Emma said she was single. However, the way those two looked, it was obvious they were together. An open relationship, maybe?

“You’re in love with her, but now, you’re just loving her from afar. Is that what you want?” the Greek was speaking his opinions out loud.

I usually didn’t mind it, but right now, it really was a sore subject to dwell on.

“I don’t know,” I replied curtly.

“You don’t know if you’re in love or if you want her back?”

He kept on reminding me of the shitstorm Emma left me with. “I don’t know, Kosta. Maybe you should speak to your estranged wife who’s wrapped in someone’s arms on the dance floor, maybe that could help enlighten me somehow.”

Dimitris spat out a string of Greek before he emptied his glass and strode out, looking like he was about to explode.

This night was a disaster, I thought, getting up and leaving Taylor’s house. The party was great, but seeing Emma with Carter f*uked with me. Since Taylor was already occupied with Trista in his room, it was safe to leave.

I ducked when I saw Taylor’s brother and mother coming out of a hired car. His mother, Eloise, was old friends with my folks. Anything that directly related to them, I avoided like a plague.

On my way home, I ran through three red lights, past caring if the cops were around or not.

Now, I was out on the patio as I stared into the night. My thoughts played out Emma and Carter f*uking their brains out.

Sleep, I did not.

B

“Alriiight. Ready? Those fit you superbly!” The stylist skimmed through my form, fixing whatever she thought needed it.

I was about to thank her when out of nowhere my spine started to feel funny and the arms on my hair stood out. My hands immediately rubbed my arms, soothing the hair back down.

The reason behind this sudden electrifying attention just stepped into my orbit. There was only one person in this world who my body saluted its attention to like it was being summoned by its mate. It was a perfervid feeling in its primal form.

It seems, that Emma was here somewhere.

And she was. The golden goddess strode out after a minute looking foxy. Dressed in a fitted scarlet dress, lipstick and heels. “Bass,” she said, barely glancing my way as she continued walking towards the shoot area, ready to pounce on the camera.