Sinfully Yours|18+

18

Jared

Genevieve was telling about a trip to Thailand for bridal skincare and that she’ll be gone for two weeks.

“…the specialists there are simply the best, darling. I need to be glowing for the wedding. You don’t mind do you? I’ve already booked everything.”

I was only half-listening.

She had been planning the entire wedding herself. The venue, the flowers, the guest list and honestly, I didn’t mind. I wasn’t a fan of such things.

It was easier to let her handle it It kept her busy and away from me… sometimes I think through on why the hell I ever agreed to the marriage in the first place.

There were other options to secure the business deals, marriage was one of them and I should have never picked it.

“Do what you need to do,” I said swirling the whiskey in my glass my mind was elsewhere.

On her.

On Celeste.

On the memory of her mouth wrapped around my d**k, her smell… f**k!

Then she walked in.

Celeste.

She came down the stairs and my thoughts came to a crashing halt. She was dressed in jeans and a simple black shirt but the way those jeans hugged her curves… the way that shirt stretched across her chest and tucked in at her waist… it was a casual outfit but on her it was a provocation.

I felt my body react instantly.

A tight hot pull low in my gut.

My pants suddenly felt too tight by the thoughts of wripping the clothes off of her and finding her wet and ready for me.

God!

I shifted in my chair trying to hide it and clear the thoughts off my head but my eyes were glued to her.

She was trying to sneak out by the looks of it

“Celeste? Is that you?”

Genevieve’s voice sharp and sugary broke the silence making Celeste freeze and turn with her eyes flicking to me, then away.

“Where are you off to all dressed up?” Genevieve asked. “Got a hot date?”

“It’s a friend’s party,” Celeste said her voice was tight. “I’m just heading out.”

She took a step.

My blood started to heat.

The thought of her walking out that door, looking like that, going to some party filled with men… men who would look at her, want her, touch her… it made me angry.

“It’s late,” I heard myself say before I could stop myself. “You’re not going anywhere.”

She stopped turning to face me, her own anger rising to meet mine. “It’s 8 o’clock, Jared. It’s a Saturday. I’m an adult. I’m going to a party.”

Genevieve laughed lightly tinkling sound that grated on my nerves. “Jared darling, don’t be such a fun-spoiler.” She looked at Celeste with that fake smile. “Let the poor girl go out and get laid. God knows she need to unwind”

The words hit me like a physical blow.

Get laid?

A white-hot bolt of pure jealousy and fury shot through me making my m hand clenched around the glass so hard I thought it would shatter.

The idea of her with someone else, of some other man tasting her, touching her… it aggravates me.

Celeste’s face flushed deep red with humiliation as she looked from Genevieve to me.

“I’m leaving,” she said her voice trembling.

She turned and stormed out slamming the front door.

Genevieve sighed sipping her wine. “So dramatic…. Anyways I have more packing to do.” She stood up gave me a peck on the cheek that I barely felt and left the room.

My thoughts ran haywire as I thought of the party, the way she looked and that guy from the club weeks ago.

Or another guy messing with her.

She was so stubborn, so reckless.

I tried to brush the thoughts away but damn! I needed to go after her.

Hissing, I pulled out my phone and called my head of security Mark.

“I need you to locate someone for me. Right now,” I said my voice grim.

“Who sir?”

“Celeste Flynn, she just left my address. Find out where she went. I want the address now.”

I waited for what felt like forever and then ten minutes later my phone buzzed.

Mark texted me an address in the city it was an apartment building.

“I’m sending a car for you sir,” he texted.

“No. I’m driving myself.”

I grabbed my keys and was out the door in seconds. I drove through the city streets breaking every speed limit with my hands were tight on the wheel.

I found the building.

I heard the music from the street as I pushed past people at the door and went inside.

I scanned the crowd looking for her dark hair that black shirt but there was no sign of her.

My eyes found a familiar pair of eyes, the same person that took her to the club the other time.

Eric? Or why did she call him.

I walked straight up to him his smile dropping instantly as he saw me

“Where is she?” I demanded my voice low.

“Whoa, Mr. Harlan… What are you…”

“Celeste. Where is she?” I repeated stepping closer.

He blinked looking around. “She… she was just here..”

“Then where the f**k is she now?” I snapped

“Uh… I’ll go look for her” he says gulping a lump.

I hissed tailing behind him with my heart pounding a frantic scared rhythm.

“Check the bedrooms,” I snapped at Eric.

He went to one door.

I went to another.

It was locked I tried to open but it didn’t budge I froze hearing a muffled sound.

My heart dropped, I stepped back and kicked the door right next to the handle the wood splintered and the door flew open.

The scene inside made my blood turn to ice.

There she was on the bed her shirt was rumpled with a man on top of her, his hands roaming around her body as she tried to push weakly at him her face turned away.

Raged boiled within me as I crossed the room grabbing the man by his collar and ripped him off of her.

I wasn’t thinking, I just kept hitting him again and again until he was slumped to the floor bleeding unconscious.

I turned away from him not caring if he was alive my eyes moving to Celeste.

She was curled on the bed shaking her eyes wide with shock and fear.

The smell of alcohol was strong on her of course she was drunk.

I leaned down and gathered her into my arms, she buried her face in my neck her whole body trembling.

I carried her out of that room out of that apartment away from that place. I held her close in the back of the car.

She fell asleep against me her breath warm on my skin.