Chapter 31

He was on a fucking date.

Just like she wanted. He'd agreed to take her to some opera house ball. You won't regret it, she'd said. Yeah, he fucking regretted it. Everything except how damn good she looked in that golden dress that she borrowed from Claudia, with the low neckline kissing her barely-there cleavage. Already he couldn't wait to drag her home and rip off the layers of whatever the fuck her skirt was made out of and fuck her until she screamed.

He didn't know why he was there. It wasn't like him to pander to anyone, let alone the woman he was fucking. Maybe he wanted her to shut up about how fucked up their "relationship" was. Or maybe a part of him wanted to actually try it and see what it was like. To see what she would look like, happy that he'd finally agreed to take her somewhere. He'd never taken a woman out before.

Well, not in the date sense anyway, he thought with dark humour.