On Monday, I'll share the "sinsperation" behind my story My Guardian Vampire. Until then, read below for an excerpt:
Mila walked into the room and closed the door behind her. They were alone. He became uneasy and shifted in his chair. After all this time, how could she still make him feel this way?“Can I ask you a question?” She sat down and waited for his response.
He cleared his throat and hoped his sudden onset of school boy nerves didn’t unveil themselves in his tone of voice. “Of course.”
“Why did you make it a stipulation of the trust fund that I didn’t marry until after I turned 25?”
Because I feared losing you to someone else.He coughed and shifted in his chair again. “Because ten million dollars is a lot of money, Mila. If you received this money while you were married, your husband would be entitled to half in the event of a divorce. Now we can create a pre-nup to ensure you keep what rightfully belongs to you.”
“Are you saying that you don’t think me and Lance will last?”I’m saying I don’t want you to even start.
“No, of course not. I just believe in being prepared for the worst.”“I don’t know. I guess I’m afraid if I go into this marriage thinking it’s going to end, then it kind of jinxes it. I’d rather believe in love conquers all.”
If he’d been standing, Diego would’ve fallen to his knees. In that moment Mila became Mila. She’d said those words to him on her deathbed. He took a second to compose himself, worried again his voice would betray his tornado of emotions.
“Well, that’s quite a noble belief. I can honestly say that I hope you’re right.” He forced himself to hold her stare, searching for something—anything—that reflected she felt a connection to him. Several seconds passed in silence. He could hear her breathing deepen and he felt her heartbeat quicken. But just as he thought he saw something in the way she looked at him, she looked away from him.He never imagined how torturous being so close to her would be. “Well, it’s getting late...,” he rushed in a need to escape.
“Oh. Yes, I guess it is.” She abruptly stood up from the chair and he caught a glimpse of her mid-thigh before she smoothed down her skirt. Thoughts of sinking his teeth into her flesh there nearly made him convulse with lust.Sheer torture, indeed.
“Please let Julissa know if you require anything else tonight,” he offered stiffly, before swiveling his chair around to face his laptop.After waiting several minutes until he heard the door to her bedroom close upstairs, he stood and walked to the double doors of the study to close them. With trembling hands, he turned the lock. His self-control was fading fast. And there was only one way to regain it. Time to feed.
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