Chapter 397: Disparage
EMMA
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I lost it, I let my anger get to me, or maybe because it was the fact I have been kept inside this place with nothing but his scent to torment me to the point of no return. Every inch of this place smelled like him, the lingering expensive cologne, the fresh earthly scent like the wild, mixed with ground and river. It was mouth-watering and I’m losing my mind.
Tiger didn’t help either... because the moment he told me about the meeting he sneaked up to... about the Pride Council... and his engagement. Something snapped inside of me and before I could realize my own actions I was already thrashing his place to my heart’s content.
Why am I getting worked up? Isabella did mention she was his fiancee already but the thought of actually being ’his’ made me see red. I kept telling myself I had let that part of me go, the very Emma Adams who was insanely infatuated with Dace Devereaux, my first love, my first everything, a past that died with me the day I drew my last breath.
But no... it took what Tiger told me to go ballistic, I refuse to cry, crying is for the weak and I don’t want to be weak, I’m not weak!
So I trigger all my pent-up emotions by destroying everything in sight. And maybe it wasn’t a good idea because there he was... standing at the door like he would strangle the life out of me, the amount of bloodlust reeking off him was enough to make my legs turn jellies.
But I’m strong, I have held out for days in this mansion, and I can basically handle him. And so help me god my resolve was almost turned to dust when I set my eyes on a half-naked Dace. He was like an entirely different man, what I had come to know years ago seemed like a glimpse of his massive physique, his muscles were lean but yet large enough to give that definition of a big man, his broad chest, covered in sweat that I want to lick off myself, the taunting of his muscles, his abs.
I noticed black ink on his skin and it made me wonder if he had a tattoo, it was spots of something looking like a black outline crawling from his shoulder down to his neck. I imagined whether it was a tattoo or a marking covering his entire back, I was tempted to know, tempted to know about this man before me, as if I hadn’t spent my entire life knowing him.