2020, February 14th
(Velora, Stormhold)
KEIRA
Seated by the window of a five-star restaurant I couldn't remember the name of, I was having a tough night. My ex-fiancé's killer was finally dead and his child was safe. Yes, the irony of me wanting him to be safe wasn't lost on me. Little Ethan had been a target. I almost killed Ethan's only child.
Theron stepped in and spared me. Got my orders changed. At least I didn't have to see a baby's face in my nightmares.
Suddenly, there was no action to take and the walls closed in on me hard. Ethan, the great love of my life, was really gone. It was set to be another night wallowing in my grief until I saw him.
There was a subtle shift in the atmosphere as I took him in. The piercing, rugged, good looks of Prince Aiden Condron, The Casanova of Caspira, had me taking notice.
I watched him through the slightly ajar partition that separated his dark, secluded corner from the rest of the restaurant. An hour in, Elena Moore showed up. As I watched them exchange heated words, the memory of Ethan took a backseat to Aiden's tortured face. He stirred unfamiliar sensations in me.
His exes needed to get their heads checked. Aiden Condron was take me now hot. Eyes bluer than the ocean, big enough to drown in. Expertly combed, long, brown hair waiting to be ruffled. Broad back and shoulders. Toned ripples of muscle under that suit. His I'm so fucking gorgeous, I'm definitely a bad boy face alone was enough to justify the rumours. I heard that no one heated up sheets quite like him. Damn the soldier in me to hell if I wasn't going to at least shoot my shot.
AIDEN
I had to let Elena go. Not even I understood my feelings at present. Getting involved with another Moore so soon after Avory was asking for trouble.
Was my broken heart just about Avory or was some part of me lamenting the loss of yet another crown? I didn't want to become her king consort. I knew this even as I stood at the altar on the verge of marrying her. I didn't want the responsibility and she didn't want me. Was I heartbroken when our marriage fell through at the last second? Yes. Was I relieved I hadn't married a woman in love with another man? Also yes. So why couldn't I shake the feeling of failure?
Really laying into the champagne now and on the verge of switching to something stronger, I didn't notice her until she was right in front of me. She took the seat across from me like I'd reserved it for her.
If making you gaze at her beauty was one of the ways she killed, I wouldn't be surprised. Terrifying, twinkling, dark eyes. Soft, black curls gently laid out on her shoulders. Her black dress was so tiny, it was almost criminal to call her Lady Keira Dormer. Keira wasn't just my type, she was everybody's type. Until they found out she was an assassin, that is.
"You've already made so many bad decisions tonight, you already look like you want to die. It might not be such a stretch after all," said Keira , sitting down, Bloody Mary in hand. "What's say we make some bad decisions together, Denny?"
I glared at her in outrage. Could she tell that my body was betraying me? I must be out of my mind, but when was the last time I felt the warmth of a woman's body up against mine?
Having Avory be a no show, only to hear Elena say the words I waited over a decade for, gave me whiplash. Yet somehow Keira stole the show. Every woman I, The Casanova of Caspira, associated with was beautiful, but there were no words for her.
After the incident in Caspira, I hated the woman. She came to Caspira on a mission. We ended up on opposite sides, taking shots at each other like we were fucking around with BB guns. That wasn't what bothered me though. She almost ended up killing John, my brother and best friend, in the process. That was why my hatred for this woman would not abate.
Still, I couldn't deny it. She was so stunning, it was truly terrifying how drawn in I was by her. The first time we met, I followed her into a shooting rage because I just couldn't keep my eyes off her.
Look away, you broken fool. Walk away.
"I'm not interested," I said, rising to my feet again.
She got up too and placed herself in front of me. Looking me straight in the eye, she slid her hands onto my ass. The movement was slow and seductive. My breath hitched. All I could do was stare in awe. She squeezed my ass and forced my body up against hers.
"Sure seems like you are," she said, licking her lips. "When was the last time you tested those shooting skills in bed, Denny? I may not be the one, but aren't you over that shit? I could be everything you need tonight. I could be the one for tonight."
What was it about her? I hadn't been The Casanova of Caspira in years. The way she looked at me, held my body against hers. Women didn't usually claim me like this one was. I wanted those dark eyes and the danger in them. She had me wanting to be everything I gave up for Jane and Avory. Keira saw The Casanova of Caspira. The player, the party animal and she liked him. This was the absolute wrong thing to do. She was the wrong woman and that just made me want to kiss her more. To forget in her arms, if only for a night.
"One night. No strings," I said, slipping a hand up her dress and in between her thighs.
She produced a little purr, smirking as I cupped her neck. No delicacy or romance was needed. No arranged marriages. No one was trying to tie me down. She would be just an empty fuck. A much needed release. I kissed her hard and
fast, angry passion flowing from my lips to hers.