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The Devils Book 2: Blue Eyed Devil

Shala Mungroo

2: Chapter 2

EIGHT YEARS AGO

Lucian decided to throw a birthday bash for me at his swanky new penthouse to celebrate my twentieth birthday. He invited all my college buddies, but there was only one person I was really hoping to see.

My dad was off in Europe on another business trip, but I wasn’t surprised. He’d never been home for my birthday before, so I was used to his absence. But he did send a huge bouquet of flowers and the latest Gucci bag I’d been eyeing, which arrived at the house this morning.

Over the past four years, Aidan and Luc had become pretty tight. They’d even confided in me about their plans to start their own law firm. My dad wouldn’t be thrilled about that, but their close friendship meant I got to spend a lot of time with Aidan.

He was always around, either at dinners or hanging out at Luc’s penthouse, especially since he’d moved out of our family home a few months ago.

My kitten heels echoed on the marble floor as I headed toward Lucian’s office. He’d holed up in there after receiving a work call. I was just about to reach his office when I heard him raise his voice through the slightly ajar door.

“Aidan, she’s expecting you. You have to come. Cat will be disappointed if you don’t.”

I quickly pressed myself against the corridor wall, out of sight, as my heart sank.

Aidan didn’t want to come to my party? I thought he cared about me.

Maybe I was wrong. He probably sees me as his little sister, just like Luc does.

I pushed off the wall, determined to forget about Aidan. I decided to find my friends and distract myself. There were plenty of guys at the party. I didn’t need Aidan.

I grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waitress and joined a group of guys from my economics class doing tequila shots by the pool. They toasted to my birthday and I joined in. The alcohol helped to blur my thoughts of golden-haired playboys.

Half an hour later, one of the guys was helping me stay upright as he led me to a corner of the room.

He pushed me against the wall, reeking of potato chips and tequila. His lips were almost touching mine when suddenly he was yanked away. I expected to see Lucian playing the overprotective brother, but instead, I was met with Aidan’s angry face.

“Get lost,” Aidan growled at the guy, who quickly scampered off.

“What’s your problem?” I snapped, pushing off the wall to confront him.

He looked impeccable in a black turtleneck and charcoal gray dress pants. His blonde hair was neatly brushed back, and his eyes were smoky as he glared at me.

“I should be asking you that,” he retorted. “What were you thinking, letting that guy kiss you?”

I scoffed at his tone. “I’ve kissed plenty of guys, Aidan,” I shot back, watching his eyes narrow. “And I don’t owe you any explanations.”

I turned to walk away, but he was quicker. He grabbed my wrist and started leading me down the corridor.

“Let go!” I tried to wriggle free, but it was no use.

“Stop struggling, Cat. We’re just going to talk,” he said, pulling me into Lucian’s movie room and shutting the door behind us. The dimmed lights created an almost intimate atmosphere. Just being alone with Aidan made my body hum and my breathing shallow. It had always been like this around him, and it had only gotten worse over the years.

“Why are you even here?” I asked, frustrated with him and myself for feeling so conflicted about him when he still saw me as a kid.

“I came for you,” he said, his voice dropping and stirring up butterflies in my stomach.

The room was soundproof, making it feel like we were in our own little world.

I licked my lower lip, drawing his gaze. “I heard Luc on the phone. You didn’t want to come. I don’t need your pity, Aidan.”

He cursed under his breath. “Is that what you think?” he asked, his voice rising.

When I didn’t respond, he continued. “Do you know why I didn’t want to come tonight, Catarina?” He took a step toward me. “It’s because I don’t know how much longer I can be around you without touching you.”

I gasped, taken aback by his confession. But his body language was just as revealing. His clenched fists, his taut body. He wasn’t happy about his feelings for me. That was as surprising as his words.

I closed the distance between us, stopping just short of touching him, daring him to make the first move.

“I feel the same way, Aidan,” I said softly, watching him swallow hard. “Why are you so upset?”

He grabbed my shoulders, squeezing them roughly before letting go.

“You’re my best friend’s little sister, Cat,” he said, grimacing as if the words physically pained him.

I pursed my lips. “I’m twenty, Aidan,” I said firmly. “I can make my own decisions.”

He gently brushed his fingers along my cheek. “It doesn’t matter. Nothing can happen between us, Catarina. I’m sorry.”

I stepped back, watching surprise flash in his eyes. “Then why tell me you want to touch me if you’re not going to do anything about it?” I asked, letting my anger show.

He sighed, clearly struggling with his feelings. “I didn’t want to lie to you, Catarina.”

“Then just lie to yourself,” I retorted, watching his nostrils flare at my challenge.

But I had to make my point, and I knew exactly how to do it. He’d already shown his cards. That was his mistake.

I blocked his exit, standing in front of the door. I reached behind me, tugging the zipper of my strapless dress down, letting it pool at my feet.

“Cat, what the hell are you doing?” His eyes widened, pupils dilating as they took in the sight of me in nothing but a sheer black bra and matching thong.

“You want to touch me?” I challenged, arching an eyebrow and opening my palms at my sides. “Go ahead. Touch me. If you dare.”

It was like offering a parched man a glass of water.

I watched the internal struggle play out on his face for a moment before he let out a frustrated curse and closed the distance between us, his mouth crashing onto mine.

His lips were hot, demanding, his tongue slipping past my parted lips to dance with mine.

I moaned, pressing my body against his, feeling him harden instantly against my lower belly. I surrendered to him, letting him take control. His hands released their tight hold on my waist to thread through my hair, tilting my head back so he could nip at my neck.

Aidan lifted me up, laying me back on the couch, his body blanketing mine. He tugged the cups of my bra down, his tongue swirling around an already hard nipple.

I gasped, a jolt of pleasure shooting from my nipple to my core, as if connected by a live wire.

His lips trailed down my stomach, hovering over my core. Aidan’s eyes met mine, and I watched, entranced, as he lowered his head to taste me through the lace.

I bit my lip, my hips arching for more.

He was about to pull down my thong when a knock at the door had us both jumping up.

“Aidan? Are you in there?”

Lucian’s voice was like a cold shower.

“Damn it.”

I scrambled to pull up my bra and dress, catching a glimpse of Aidan running a hand through his tousled hair, making it even messier. I was so caught up in him that I hadn’t even noticed that Aidan had locked the door.

I struggled with the zipper. Aidan turned me around and zipped it up for me.

Without a word, he turned to the door. I grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

He turned back to me, his eyes softening slightly.

“Happy birthday, little Cat,” he said, lifting my hand and pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “But this can’t happen again.”

With that, he opened the door and walked out.

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