(CAID)
He watched her go. Looked until the elevator went down to ground floor and then proceeded to stared at the zero for a considerable amount of time like he had personal problems with the damn elevator before walking back to his penthouse.
Yara was exactly where he'd left her, perched on a stool at the kitchen island, looking like a supermodel who'd just won the lottery...which was a fair description since she just walked the fashion show in Paris and was featured on the cover of Elle, two days ago.
She was a rising star and a good...Ex.
"So," she said, a slow smile appearing across her face. "That was her, wasn't it? The one you told me about."
"I didn't talk to you about anyone, Yara" Caid grunted, heading for the whiskey decanter. He needed something stronger to erase the memory of a fucking hug.
Yara pulled up her phone. And started reading a text message. Buy a ring. Money is no problem. Caid Ryan.
"That's more words than I have seen you text anyone in the whole six years I have known you, darling. So, is she the one? Or are you just screwing with Kincade?" When Caid narrowed his eyes at her, she shrugged. "Jimmy told me everything. You know he is sweet on me. I mean who can blame him. I am fucking gorgeous!"
"James should learn how to shut up" he answered, pouring two fingers and knocking it back. The burn was a familiar comfort.
"Uh-huh." Yara slid a small, black velvet box across the marble counter. "The rings. From Milan. Like you asked."
Caid opened it. The engagement ring was a baguette diamonds, while the wedding band was a simple, solid line of platinum.
"This isn't Nicolette, at all. She would want something dreamy and shiny" he murmured and snapped the box shut. He was still trying to conceal how angry he was.
"I would have killed for those," Yara mused, picking a piece of garlic from the pan he'd been cooking in."Or, you know, just for you to have looked at me the way you looked at the rabbit that just ran out just now."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Caid scowled. "I was like this with you."
Yara burst out laughing before she poured herself a glass of his expensive red. She did always loved finer things in life, it was no secret.
"Caid, baby, dating you was like dating a really hot, really rich...brick wall." He took a sip "I am not saying it's your fault, I mean growing up with a narcissist like your father is bound to take a toll on anyone. I'm just saying it would have been nice if you had...pined for me"
"I don't pine." He refilled his glass.
"Pinning. Yearning. Have the hot... whatever you want to call it. You got it bad"
"I'm not pinning after Noah" there was a pause before he added "Wait, does that mean you regret me? Us?"
"God, no." She took a sip, her eyes sparkling. "You are the best fuck of my life"
She set the glass down and stood up. In one smooth motion, she shimmied out of her dress until she was standing in just her black lace bra and panties.
"So. Now that it's over with the rabbit... any chance you can help me scratch an itch?"
Her eyes trailed down Caid's body and lingered at his....pants.
A confident smirk played on her lips. "And don't try to tell me you're not ready. I can see it. No need for a good boner to go to waste."
Caid looked at her.
Yara was fucking spectacular. She looked like a fourteen year old boy created her in a lab. Teardrop boobs, ass that can aroused even a comatose man, and like she clearly pointed out...she was fucking gorgeous.
Noah had left him rather hanging with nothing to do about the bulge in his pants and she did make a good point.
He walked toward her. He saw the victory in her eyes. The sexy smile and the seductive glances too.
Yara was experienced unlike a certain black haired girl. He certainly doesn't need to slow down or worry about breaking her. He could just throw her on that couch and slam his cock into her without worrying if he was too much or hurting her.
He could just go...take the pleasure she offered without the drama.
He leaned in, close enough to smell her perfume.
For a second, he thought about it...about pushing her up against the kitchen table. About taking out all his frustrations and angry on that tight pussy of hers.
It certainly appealed to him.
"Come on, you know you want to, baby. Let me make you feel better"
Caid started unbottoning his shirt and all the while he held her gaze.
He took off his shirt but instead of flinging it on the floor like he was supposed to, he placed it on Yara. He leaned in, his breath heat on her ear. "I am going to take a shower..." After a little pause, he added. "...alone"
"Like I said. Pinning"
"I. Don't. Pine" Caid turned around and started walking back to his bedroom when Yara spoke again
"Can I crash here while I'm in the city?" She yelled after him.
Caid walked back and looked at her hard. He didn't say a word.
"Fine. Can I crash here if I promise not to seduce, Caid Ryan Essex?"
"Sure. Make yourself at home, love. I'm out of here, anyway. I have got business with the ocean"
"No. You are not." Yara walked around him, letting his shirt slip and standing in her bra and panties again. She was relentless especially when she wanted to be.
"Yes, I am" Caid said, his voice rough. "I'm going to respect her fucking wishes."
Yara's laughter echoed. It was the funniest thing she'd ever heard.
"Yeah, sure! Because you're so good at letting things you want just walk away! Good luck with that, buddy."
The bedroom door closed, and Caid was alone with the silence.
The words felt like a lie in his mouth.Yara was right. He didn't let things go. He took them. He owned them.The idea of staying away from Noah, of being a fucking gentleman, felt like trying to hold his breath forever. It was Impossible.
He looked at the black box on the counter.
What the hell was wrong with him?! He'd bought rings for a woman who'd told him to get lost. He'd fucking counted the seconds he resisted her. He'd planned twenty thousand apologies for crimes he hadn't even committed yet.
A brick wall. That's what he'd been... until her. It wasn't some game. She wasn't some pawn.
Fuck.
Yara was right. He was so completely, utterly fucked.