Sin Series novel Chapter 5

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WHEN I got out of my last relationship, I decided not to ever get serious with a woman again, or she had to come with me where ever I go. Then, her entrance just caught me off guard. Things got offhanded.

Arella Reighan Rogue was nothing like in her picture. When I first saw her, she was already beautiful, but now, she'd grown up into a gorgeous woman, and as sexy as fuck! She was slim back then compared to the femininely curved body she had right now. Her brown caramel hair was longer than before-it couldn't possibly be natural because I still remembered it was the color of Champagne. It cascaded midway down her back in wavy ringlets and shone and glossed in the light from their living room. Her skin looked so soft and smooth, and pale as milk. And those puckered pink painted lips parted when I pretended not to remember her. Her perfect heart shape face paled when she recognized me, then blushed a crimson rose when she paired with me over a pool.

My heart jumped out of my throat the moment our eyes met. Her wide honey-colored eyes adorning with long ebony lashes were alluring, but there was something in those eyes that I couldn't point my finger on- was it sadness? Regrets?

Your eyes look magical. I've never seen like these before.

I thought they scared you away like most girls were.

I had been with my shared of women, but I never imagined any of them naked underneath me, unlike right now. So, what was with Arella? The forbidden fruit that worth a bite- another bite. The jolt of electricity was still there- after all these years. Had she felt it too?

She swayed her wide hips, walking away from us. Her turquoise mini-dress hugged her gorgeous round arse perfectly, revealing her long shaped legs that could run miles. Despite wanting to taste her, I clenched my aching jaw, remembering about her lies just to avoid a hard-on in front of her family.

Damn it! I needed to get laid. I hadn't had longer than a week without a woman since my ex. Thanks to HeartRated!

And what the bloody hell happened to her marriage? At the other corner of my brain, I was pretty celebrating. Now I had a chance to pursue my plan.

"You okay? Homesick already?" Lorcan pulled me back to his attention.

The weather was just right, but I found myself sweating to what I thought about her. The fresh air expanded my constricted chest, making me calm.

"I'm too old to feel homesick, Lorcan," I chuckled. Bitterly.

The guilt I'd been carrying for seven years worsened a thousand times. Mum and business were just part of my plans of coming back. I persuaded Dad to transfer me with reasons for taking care of my mother.

I realized I was such a bloody awful son.

Since I found out about Arella's divorce and my constant stalking her online like a creep, I finalised my decisions.

"So, how's your first week?" Brett asked, then sipped his beer.

I leaned my back to the chair, looking up at the clear dark sky. "I have to visit the lab next week. One of our chemists just developed new scents."

Brett chuckled, "Good luck, mate!"

My brows arched with curiosity. "Why?"

He shrugged. "Nothing." When his phone rang, he excused himself.

When his shadow was far enough, I faced Lorcan. "Lorcan, I don't want to be nosy, but what happened to Arella's marriage?" I sounded like a nosy bitch because I was actually snooping. But a few info wouldn't hurt. It didn't feel right to ask Brett about his sister, or I was just guilty as shit to ask him.

"Brett didn't tell you?" He looked at me in disbelief.

"Why would he tell me?" I almost chuckled at my absurdity.

Then why are you even asking him, idiot?

"Then why are asking me now?" See?

"I was wondering, and I couldn't shut my ears off to listen while Davin and Arella were in a serious conversation earlier. So, that bad, huh?"

"Are all British love to snoop like you?" Lorcan laughed, and it made me groan as I was afraid Brett could have heard us. "You better ask Are. I'm not the right person to tell you that, but how do you know about her divorce?"

Fuck! Lorcan fucking Rogue!

"Have you forgotten that you all just talked about it earlier?" I breathed inwardly.

He pursed his lips, but his blue eyes remained pin at me. "Yep, pretty bad, but Are got a good settlement. That asshole deserved it." The clenching of his jaw was hard enough that he breathed through his nose.

I nodded in understanding and didn't pry anymore. I looked away, feeling the unknown emotions flooding my senses. My hands fell down to the armrest. When I looked back Lorcan, his scrutinising eyes still pinned at me. I was afraid he just saw something.

"What? Do you develop a crush on a Brit already?" I joked, trying to lessen the tension that suddenly thickened around us.

"If I haven't known you never met Arella before, I might think you two have something." He didn't blink, and I swore I could feel my face burned with guilt.

The adrenaline quickly rushed through my system, making my senses heightened. My mouth fell open as I stared at him in disbelief.

I swallowed hard, licking my dry lips. "Where did that bloody idea come from?" My accent thickened. I spoke in an American way since I was here. Mum never adopted Dad's accent, so I was used to be talking like her.

"And why the hell are you so defensive?"

"I'm not, but you, saying something that is completely ridiculous. Arella is my best friend's little sister, and think about our age difference, mate."

"That's what I'm saying. Your defensiveness is questionable. What is four years age difference? Her dad is six years older than her mom," he said calmly while my sense was raging in alarm.

I stood up, breathing deeply. "I better go and talk to Brett. It's late, and I should go home."

"Just be careful, man. I'm a psychologist for a reason. I notice things that you don't. And I saw how you looked at her." Lorcan rubbed his chin, then shrugged.

Yeah, I fucking forgot there was a shrink around. How wonderful? I ignored him, walked away, and entered the house. Brett was done talking when I bid goodbye to his parents.