been trying to tell you for months he was in love with you.â
âI have never encouraged him.â
âMaybe he thought you were playing hard to get.â
Christian returned to the table. âMarriage? We both know heâs not the settling-down type. There isnât a faithful bone in that manâs body.â
âCome on, Chris. Donât you think that youâre being a little harsh?â
âIâm being honest. Donât get me wrong. I love Malcolm like a brother. The man is a player to his heart. When I first met him, I remember him bragging to some friends of his that he had received a Ph.D. from PITT University.â
âWhatâs that?â
âPlayersâ Institute of Terminology and Technique.â
Alex laughed as the phone rang. She jumped up. âIâll get it.â
Smiling, Christian sipped her coffee. Last night had definitely been a night to remember.
âBobby!â Alex squealed. âI canât believe itâs you.â
Christian raced to the phone, thankful that the one person she wanted to talk to had called.
Alex finished exchanging pleasantries, then handed the phone over.
âHello, Bobby? Thank God, you called. I miss you so much.â
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Sunlight sliced through the venetian blinds and laid thin, white strips across the sleigh bed. The peaceful sound of birds chirping softly in the distance added to the bedroomâs tranquil setting. However, nothing soothed the pain that churned inside Malcolmâs heart.
Heâd made it through the night, made it through the agony. He dreaded the thought of facing his family and friends, of informing them about the broken engagement, especially his mother.
Sheila stirred in his arms.
Her delicate curls covered his chest. Their floral fragrance brought a smile to his lips. Sheila had a body and a sexuality that had been rumored to be the cause of Luciferâs fall from grace. She pressed her lush body against him and lifted her head to smile invitingly.
âYou never cease to amaze me.â Her soft, husky voice made him hard with need. âI heard you were getting engaged.â
Malcolm hid his discomfort. âYou know better than to listen to rumors.â
âHow could I not? I canât remember the last time that you came to see me. Youâve spent so much of your time chasing after Miss Goody Two-shoes that you havenât had time for any of your old friends.â
âAll that matters is that Iâm here now.â
âSo, Chrisââ
He silenced her with a kiss. The last thing he wanted to talk about was his ex-fiancée. The last thing he wanted to do was relive the pain.
He deepened the kiss. It shouldâve been Christian lying softly in his arms. It shouldâve been her body opening up to him. He slid his hand down Sheilaâs voluptuous figure, but in his mind, heâd envisioned it was another womanâs.
Sheila leaned back, giving him better access to her neck, where he burned a trail of kisses. A low moan of excitement urged him on, nearly driving him to the point of madness.
He rolled over to take the top position. His hard body pinned her against the firm mattress. His skillful hands glided up to cup her firm breasts and another moan tumbled from her lips.
Malcolm heard the echo of his own sigh as she whispered his name against his ear. She curled her arms over his shoulders and prepared herself to accept him.
He entered her swiftly, roughly, as if the devil himself had taken hold of him. He didnât make love to Sheila. The name he recited aloud was Christianâs.
Chapter 5
M alcolm arrived home dressed in last nightâs tuxedo. He received the houseâs entombed silence as a welcome reprieve, however, an unexpected one. Where was everybody? Then again, maybe he shouldnât look a gift horse in the mouth. He wasnât up to answering questions. His thoughts drifted to his mother, the one person who