Chapter 63
BLAIZE
Iwalked downstairs once the girls cleared out and found Hunter. “You haven’t found anything on her?”
Hunter shook her head. “I’m sure her name is fake if you think she’s hiding something, but why do you care so much?”
I arched my brow. “Do you remember what happened last time I let my guard down?” She was silent. She didn’t want to say it out loud, but I was already going to. “I can’t allow myself to get hurt again. You saw what happened.”
“You can’t let the past keep dictating your future, Blaize. You’ve been happier, even if you try to hide it behind your resting bitch face.”
“You know, sometimes I really hate you.”
She shrugged. “You can hate me all you want, but at the end of the day you know I’m right.
What did you tell me the first time you met me?
” I grimaced. I hated when she used my own advice against me.
“Don’t let your demons take control. Listen to it.
You like her. Why don’t you ask her out?
Create something new with someone you can love. ”
I let out a long sigh, looking at her. “How can I let go of Olivia? Or Charlee? They were my everything. The part of my soul that was still good.”
“You don’t let go. You make room for something new while remembering them. Kadence won’t make you forget just so you can love her. Given, right now she doesn’t know who they are, but you can show her.”
“Since when did you become Jiminy Cricket?”
“Since a badass babe on a bike stopped me from going down a wormhole and killing every member of a clergy,” she chimed. She’d grown a lot since that night. “Now, are you going to stop pestering me about Kadence’s history?”
“I don’t like being blind.”
“Let her in and she’ll tell you her story.
Kadence reminds me of myself in every aspect, minus the killer part.
I don’t think she could hurt anyone, something happened to her.
That’s why she is here: she’s scared. When she feels safe with you, she’ll confess her trauma like a sinner in church.
Like I did. Don’t force anything. I know the domme in you loves control, but with this, Kadence needs to tell you herself. ”
I ran my hands through my hair. “Do you think she’ll go on a date with me?”
“She’s in love with you. I think she’ll be hesitant, trying to determine if it’s a joke or not, but yes. Now you just need to let yourself be vulnerable.”
“This is going to be a disaster, and I will blame you.”
Hunter laughed, standing up and walking towards the bar. “Or it could be one of the best things to happen to you.”
I was going to regret this, but I couldn’t lie to myself anymore.
Kadence was mine, and I would make her mine even if it meant taking her on a date and learning her life.
She made me feel, and that terrified me.
I found her at the bar, making a dozen tequila shots for a table of women.
Her energy was off, and I knew it was my fault.
“Can we talk?” I asked.
“I have work to do, Blaize.”
“Jax can handle it, and if he can’t, Hunter can. Please. It’s important.”
She sighed, putting the drinks on a tray and handing them over to a waitress. “Fine, but don’t piss me off.”
I took her hand and brought her to my office. She folded her arms across her chest, waiting for the shoe to drop. “Go on a date with me.”
Her eyes shot to the roof. “Is that a question or a demand?”
“Will you go on a date with me?” I asked again. “I’m not used to this, okay? I’m used to things going a certain way and with you, everything is derailed.”
“Uhm, should I be insulted that you are calling me a trainwreck? Is this supposed to be romantic? If so, you’re right. You suck at this.”
I smiled at her snarky attitude. “I want to see what this is between us. One date.”
“This is a trick.”
“No, it’s not. Please?”
“Okay. But if you hurt me, I will kick your ass,” she vowed. “When?”
“Tomorrow night? I’ll pick you up at Annika’s apartment and we can go to dinner.”
“Okay. How do I need to dress?”
She could wear a trash bag and be the most beautiful woman in the world. “Wear a dress and heels.”
“Okay. Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
This would either be the greatest mistake of my life or it would be the start of a brand new chapter.