Chapter 52 A Wild Kiss
"You said yes this morning, so you gotta deal with the craziness too."
Cecily didn’t utter another word. She turned, walked over to the desk, and shoved the black card into Darian's chest, "Take it back."
Darian raised an eyebrow, didn't reach to catch it, and let the card fall to the ground, "Once given, I never take things back."
"Darian, if Ophelia knew you were here with me, guess if she'd lose it?" Cecily licked her lips, amused and a little furious.
"That's none of her business."
"None of her business?" Cecily arched an eyebrow, took out her phone, and dialed Ophelia's number directly.
Darian's dark eyes narrowed.
Ophelia picked up quickly, her voice cold and disdainful, "Cecily, what do you want?"
"Just letting you know, Darian is here with me, and he's a bit off. Come and take him home."
Ophelia paused for a second, obviously in disbelief, but her voice rose sharply, "Cecily, that's impossible, you're lying."
Cecily glanced at Darian's darkening face and teased, "Want to talk to your fiancée?"
Darian's thin lips twisted coldly, "Are you that eager to get rid of me?"
"What's the point of keeping you?"
Hearing Darian's voice on Cecily's end, Ophelia became frantic, "Darian? Darian? Why are you at Cecily's? Did she seduce you? Darian..."
"Oh, looks like the fiancée is getting mad. Better go and calm her down."
Cecily smirked sardonically, waving Darian off and about to shut the front door when Darian grabbed her wrist, pulling her back into the house.
Behind them, the door snapped shut.
The phone dropped to the floor.
Cecily found herself pinned against the wall by Darian, her hands held above her head with a single hand, while the other firmly encircled her waist, drawing her slender body close to his.
Cecily’s heart raced as they stood locked in an awkward posture.
The man’s brow furrowed with clear annoyance, “You have a knack for getting under my skin.”
Towering over her by a good foot, Darian’s imposing six-foot frame pressed in closer, his eyes exuding an icy coldness that was downright terrifying as if it could pierce right through her flesh and strike at her soul.
Her heart pounded incessantly.
“Darian, if you don’t leave, your fiancée’s going to lose her mind. Don’t you care about her the most? Doesn’t it hurt you to see her upset?”
Ophelia’s shrill voice continued to pierce the tranquil living room air over the ongoing call, sounding on the brink of hysteria.
“That’s none of your business.”
“How is it not? I’m telling you, if you don’t leave now, things will get messy.”
“Messy how? We only signed divorce papers and never filed for a formal divorce certificate. Legally, we’re still husband and wife.”
Darian's expression was calm, his gaze steady on her, as if completely indifferent to Ophelia.
Cecily was confused. Where had she gone wrong?
Wasn’t Ophelia the love of his life? Could he be so sure that his words wouldn’t devastate her?
Shouldn’t he be rushing to explain to Ophelia right now? Yet he seemed utterly unflustered!
Amid her bewilderment, the man’s thin lips parted, his voice cold, “Who is the guy who sent you those flowers?”
He had seen them when he arrived, a large bouquet of roses at her door. It made his heart sink.
Now, the thought that this woman might have another man filled Darian with a sudden, inexplicable rage that even he couldn’t fathom, irritating him deeply.
Cecily forced a smile, “What's it to you?”
Her response displeased him. His already chilly demeanor now seemed frigid enough to freeze someone alive.
“We’ve been married, however short-lived. How can you say it doesn’t involve me? Tell me, who is this lover of yours?”
Lover?
Cecily found his accusation, tinged with the tone of catching an adulterer, almost laughable.
True, they hadn’t officially divorced, but both had already considered each other strangers at heart. Plus, if he could be affectionate with Ophelia, she was within her rights to have a boyfriend, wasn't she?
“What, cat got your tongue?”
Faced with Cecily's silence, Darian's irritation mounted, his hold on her waist tightening a notch.
Cecily couldn't stand his accusatory tone and defiantly tilted her delicate face up to glare at Darian, spitting out each word, "None! Of! Your! Business!"
"Heh."
Darian raised an eyebrow, "None of my business?"
"Remember, you're the one who coerced me into signing those divorce papers. We're just one divorce decree away from being through. I'm well within my rights to have a boyfriend. Don’t question me like you've caught me cheating."
Darian felt his temples pulse with annoyance.
Great.
Just great.
He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the towering rage within him.
"Are you admitting the flowers are from your boyfriend? You don't want me here because you're afraid he’ll find out, right?"
Cecily had no patience for his bad mood. If that’s what he wanted to believe, so be it.
"Yes, the flowers are from my boyfriend, and he'll be back soon. You, my ex-husband, need to leave now, immediately, or he might get the wrong idea."
Darian’s frown deepened, "You're living together? How far have things gone? Have you slept with him?"
"Forget sleeping together, it's none of your business if I fly to the moon with him."
The nerve of this woman, he thought, deserved a lesson in restraint.
"I'll have you know my boyfriend is a real tough guy, a martial arts champion. If you don't leave right now, you might just end up looking for your teeth on the floor."
Cecily was pushed to the brink by Darian, the nonsense was flowing effortlessly now.
"Tough, huh? In what way exactly?"
Darian moved in even closer, his imposing presence overwhelming every cell in Cecily's body, and she tensed, sensing the danger.
Darian scoffed with disdain, "Well if he's that tough, I'll wait here for him to show me how he'll knock my teeth out."
"He'll misunderstand. What good does this do you?"
"Is it wrong for me to look out for my ex-wife?"
"Darian, stop being crazy and let go of me."
"You said he's coming back soon, didn’t you?"
Cecily gritted her teeth, "Yes."
Although the boyfriend bit was a bluff, Blaise was likely to return with Griffin any minute now.
If Darian didn't leave soon, there'd be a real confrontation.
Forget about Griffin for a moment, Blaise's temper was notoriously short-fused. The thought of him coming to blows with Darian was a real concern.
So, she did everything in her power to get Darian out of there as fast as possible.
‘What if he sees us getting cozy? What would he think then?’ she wondered.
Cecily's heart skipped a beat, her brow furrowed in distress, "What did you just say?"
"You make my fiancée misunderstand. I make your boyfriend misunderstand. Sounds fair to me."
Without warning, Darian scooped Cecily into his arms and pinned her on the couch.
"Darian, have you lost your mind? Let me go."
The bright lights accentuated the striking features of the man's handsome face as he fixed his dark, intense gaze upon her.
Trembling with nerves, Cecily felt every minute detail was laid bare beneath such scrutiny.
"Darian, I'm warning you, Ophelia is still on the phone."
"Then let her listen."
"You son of a... mmph..."
The sounds of rustling clothes filled the air as Darian's head descended, silencing her protests with a forceful kiss. His lips were relentless, almost devouring her in his fervor.
Cecily's hands pushed against his solid chest, trying desperately to shove him away, but her wrists were swiftly captured and pinned above her head.
On the other end of the line, Ophelia had cranked the volume to the max, not willing to miss even the slightest sound.
She could hear everything clearly and could almost visualize what they were doing by the sounds alone.
The thought of what Darian and Cecily might be engaged in.
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