CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
ARES NICOLAIDES
TWO YEARS AGO
WAITING FOR ADONIS WAS NOT HOW I PLANNED to spend my evening; he just had to forget his stupid bus pass. I keep telling him it’s time for him to get a license, but he always shoots back with his trademark ‘all in due time, brother’ line. So instead, he said he’d come by the library since I had to pick Joey up too.
As I walk through the automatic doors, I catch sight of her standing there, shuffling books on her desk. I keep forgetting that she works here. Alexandra Jones.
Her head raises, and our eyes lock.
She’s always had beautiful eyes, and the way she uses them... well, let’s just say my body reacts in ways I can’t control.
“Are you stalking me?” She asks, her voice cutting through the air like a knife.
Hang on.
Rewind back to the present.
“Excuse me?” I respond, trying to mask the sudden surge of adrenaline coursing through me.
“You’re always here when I am,” she continues, her gaze unwavering. “So, tell me, are you stalking me?” She has got to be joking, right? She cannot be serious.
I furrow my brows in confusion. “Why would I stalk someone like you?” I retort, unable to hide the hint of amusement in my voice.
“Why wouldn’t you?” She counters.
“Because I just wouldn’t want to.” I reply, a smile spreads across her face.
“I like you Ares Nicolaides.”
“And I don’t like you, Alexandra Jones.”
“You’re different, weird…but different.”
“And that’s supposed to be a good thing?” I question.
She shakes her head slowly, a rueful smile playing at the corners of her lips. “No, no it isn’t,” she confesses, her gaze flickering away for a moment before returning to meet mine.