HIS DOE HIS DAMNATION (by Vivienne) novel Chapter 4

Meadow’s POV

Alaric Ashford was handsome in a way that made me nervous.

I’d seen a lot of good looking men in my lifetime, but Alaric?

His beauty knocked the breath out of me completely. Long thick hair that was slightly messy as though he’d been running his hand through it, which was a huge contrast to his dangerously calm demeanor.

I couldn’t tell the exact color of his eyes inside the dimly-lit room, but they appeared dark, gazing at me like he was trying to penetrate my soul.

A sharp jawline, slightly crooked nose, five o’clock shadow…

Okay, I was focusing on the wrong things.

This man had just said my name—and my last name—like he knew me. And I had never met him or heard anything but stories about him.

I pressed myself harder against the wall, trying to breathe normally.

“Do I know you?” I asked.

He tilted his head slowly, his smile cool as he leaned in just a bit closer, but not close enough to touch me.

“Not yet.”

“H-how do you know my name?” I tried to keep my voice steady, but there was still a bit of a slur in my tone.

“I make it a point to know what interests me.”

I hated the way my stomach flipped at that. Why was I even here? And why didn’t I feel disgusted that I’d walked into something that I shouldn’t have?

Even worse? Why did I feel like Alaric had wanted me to see that?

“What do you want from me?” A shiver racked through my bones.

Alaric didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he narrowed his eyes on me. “You’re shivering.”

His eyes dropped to my chest again and he smirked.

I had no idea whether it was because of my protruding nipples, or the words that were displayed on my top, mocking me.

The bride that couldn’t be.

I shot him a glare. “My eyes are up here, pervert,” I snapped.

Alaric didn’t flinch. Instead, he looked me dead in the eyes and said, “I’ve already seen your eyes, Meadow.” His voice was low, dark, causing warmth to pool at the bottom of my stomach.

Why was I so turned on by the sight of this stranger? Why wasn’t I running away from someone that everyone considered dangerous?

He continued. “They’re guarded. Full of hurt. I wanted to see the rest of you.”

My mouth parted, but no sound came out.

He took another step forward and I leaned further back into the wall. “I’ve heard about you.” My voice was shaky, barely above a whisper.

“From Tyler Cross, I presume? Your… fiance?”

My heart sank, then picked up again.

“Ex-fiance,” I bit out. “And how do you know that much about him?”

He stepped away from me, and I let out a sigh of relief.

Alaric began to pull off his suit jacket, and my eyes followed every single movement.

His muscles flexed underneath his black button-down shirt as he took it off, the top three buttons of his shirt undone, drawing my eyes to it like it was a magnet, and I was a helpless piece of metal.

And then he tossed it to me. “I know everything about my employees,” he said casually, as if that explained anything.

He looked at me expectantly, like he was waiting for me to put on his jacket. And I wanted to.

God, I wanted to envelop myself in his scent, but I wasn’t going to make this easy for him.

“What do you want from me?”

“Right now?” He arched his brow. “I want you to put on that jacket, Meadow. You’re shivering.”

“Yeah, because you’re scaring me,” I lied. “What the hell do you want from me?”

“Put on the jacket, and then we can continue this lovely conversation.” His voice was low. Deep. Dark. “Now.”

Shooting him another glare, I did as he said, shoving my arms angrily through the jacket that this stranger just had on.

“Happy?” I spat, looking back into his eyes.

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