Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Sorry about that phone call,” Constantine said when we got home. “I had to take it.”
“Didn’t bother me. Gave us time to talk about you.” I smiled before I moved to the couch to slip off my heels. Medusa jumped on the couch next to me the second I sat down and put her paw on my thigh.
“Yeah?” He slipped off his watch and put it in his closet before he came back out, already shirtless. “Good things, I hope.”
“Oh, definitely good things. Told them I’m moving in with you.”
“Yeah?” He smiled like my commitment to the decision made him happy.
“I told them I know it’s fast, but I just don’t care.” I put my heels to the side, then petted Medusa for a while, feeling bad for getting up when she’d just jumped up to be with me. I rubbed her behind her ears, and her eyes softened like that was her favorite spot. “They said it seems like Enzo and Luna broke up, based on the stuff he posts.”
“Didn’t see that coming a kilometer away.” He dropped his jeans and stood in just his boxers, his legs muscular with dark hair over his thighs and calves. His chest and stomach were mostly free of hair except for a few curls right in the center of his sternum. “How do you feel about it?”
“I don’t care either way. It’s hard to believe I was so upset about the whole thing six weeks ago.” Now I had a new life and a new man and a dog . . . and I didn’t know who that woman used to be. I didn’t understand why she’d settled for so little. Why she’d cried over a man who was vastly inferior to Constantine in every way.
Constantine walked over and took the seat beside me, leaving Medusa on the other side. Even though I hadn’t said anything to relay my emotion or my gratitude or relief, he seemed to know it was there. “Because now you’re the woman you were always meant to be—my woman.”
Chapter 11
Aurelia
I packed up my things in my apartment, which were mostly just my clothes and other belongings. None of the furniture was mine, and I didn’t feel remotely sentimental about parting with it. This had been a refuge when Enzo kicked me out of my own home and had someone replace me, so I would always be grateful for that. It was the start of something new, when Constantine came into my life and pushed my walls down until he made his way in. But I was ready to move on.
Ready to move in with Constantine.
A part of me worried that moving in with him too quickly might ruin what we had, because from what I’d gathered, he’d never lived with a woman before. Maybe my constant presence would be too much. Maybe the proximity would ruin the magic. But I trusted Constantine wouldn’t have asked unless I was truly welcome there.
I was organizing a few things in a box when I got a text message from Armand.
Hey, Aurelia. How are things?
Armand was Enzo’s best friend, so this was weird. The more time I was around Constantine, the less of a filter I had. I just spoke my mind and cut through the bullshit. We’ve been broken up for six weeks, so why the fuck are you texting me now? I liked Armand when Enzo and I were together, but once that relationship was over, so was the friendship. A harsh reality, but that was just how it went.
I know I should have texted you before.
Yeah, probably. Peace out.
I’ve been meaning to reach out to you for a while, but it was complicated. Could we meet for a cup of coffee?
Nah.
Please, Aurelia. I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t important.
I’m not your friend, Armand.
I know it seemed that way, but that’s never been the case. I’ve worried about you this entire time, and Enzo and I aren’t even friends anymore.
Whoa, that was news to me.
Come on. A cup of coffee. Please.
I should just ignore his messages, but the fact that they weren’t friends anymore did intrigue me. Fine. I’ve got an hour, but then I’ve got to get back to packing.
Packing? You’re moving again?
Yep. Moving in with my ridiculously hot boyfriend.
I met Armand at the café. I went ahead and ordered my coffee and took a seat, because like hell was I gonna wait for him. He hadn’t done anything to me, but he must have known that Enzo was sneaking around behind my back and chose to be loyal to him—which meant he was no friend of mine.
Armand arrived, and instead of ordering something inside, he immediately took the seat across from me.
I was glad he didn’t try to hug me.
I was in a T-shirt and shorts with sneakers, and sunglasses on my nose, even though the sun wasn’t directly in my face. I took a drink of my coffee, then returned it to the saucer. “Long time no see, huh?”