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Chapter 6 - Angel

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Why the hell did I keep playing these games with her? And why did I enjoy it so much?

This wasn’t going to end well, and I fucking knew it from the get-go. So why the hell did I keep doing this every time I ran into her? And on that note, why the hell did Melody Davis seem to be absolutely everywhere I turned these days, dangling in front of me like a ripe, juicy piece of fruit, begging to be taken and tasted?

It all started extremely innocuously on that beach that day, a few weeks ago now. She needed saving, and yes, I was in the right place, at the right time, and I’d always be thankful for that.

That feeling of raw, cold panic that overtook me as I saw the life seeping out of her, was probably the most emotion I’d felt in just about five years... until I kissed her inside that club... and then all hell broke loose, because I completely lost myself in her, I completely lost control, not once but twice.

No matter how hard I was arguing with myself inside my mind, the fact was, she was starting to mess with my head. I was thinking about her constantly. She was starting to invade my dreams, even. I wasn’t completely ungrateful for that, because dreaming of Snow made for one hell of a better experience than the usual nightmares that haunted me of that day, almost five years ago now.

I wanted her. Badly. So badly that I didn’t seem to be able to fucking help myself the moment I came within a few feet of her. But it was the last thing I needed right now. She wasn’t part of the plan - a plan that had been laid out years ago. As alluring as she was, I couldn’t afford to get entangled with her. I simply couldn’t. Although, part of me wondered whether I should just fuck her and try to get her out of my system. But what if that wasn’t enough? What if I wanted more? From what I’ve seen and experienced so far with her, I was willing to bet that one night wouldn’t be enough. That I’d want more. I had to put a stop to this game, intriguing as it was.

Five days had passed since that night. Scrap that - until the second of those nights. Where I crushed her rosy lips underneath mine and drowned myself in her, and felt the most gloriously alive I’d felt in a very long time.

But I needed to forget about her. Because she was the kind of girl that would either completely break your heart, or you’d want forever with, there was no middle-ground. And I couldn’t afford to walk either of those paths at this stage...

I lifted my phone, having made up my mind. I had to go to this gala-dinner next weekend; there was no getting around that.

“Hi, Cara? What are you doing next Saturday night?”

“Who would’ve thought? My calendar has just been cleared,” she laughed.

“Pencil me into that calendar, then. I have an offer you won’t be able to refuse...”

“I’ve got you locked in,” she flirted, “now tell me about that offer of yours...”

I finally had my date sorted. I’d stay away from her - there was no way that Snow would recognize me - she clearly had no idea who I was. It was better this way. I had to let go. I had to put a stop to this game we were playing. I had been the instigator, every single time. Fair enough, she needed help when that fuckwit had his hands on her at that club, so I had an excuse that time. But dragging her into the alleyway like that, with clear intent, was all on me. I bloody well knew exactly what was going to happen the moment I did it. It couldn’t happen again. It simply couldn’t...


It was broad daylight. It was a Thursday morning, and I was on campus having just attended an Economics lecture. I was in the final semester of my undergraduate Commerce degree, majoring in Economics and Investment Management. I was so close; I couldn’t afford to de-rail my carefully laid plans now. I was on my way to my car, and given that I only had one early lecture today, I was hoping to get to the beach to catch a few waves and try to clear my head a little.

But the next second, I saw her, standing underneath a leafy tree, resting her back against the rough bark. And that reminded me again of our altercation in that alleyway a few days ago - fuck. It was as though the fucking universe was taunting me, flaunting her in front of me like a dangling carrot in front of a purebred racehorse. I already knew I didn’t stand half a chance... because she was a compulsion. I just did before I thought as far as she was concerned, for some reason.

And, of course, I couldn’t think straight, yet again. I wanted to talk to her. Continue playing this highly addictive little game of ours. I didn’t have the cloak of darkness this time to hide under; I’d have to come clean to her about who I was. But perhaps that was a good thing, too. Perhaps the mystery was part of the thrill. It felt forbidden. It felt illicit, almost, making out with a girl who had no idea what my name was, what I looked like, even. She just trusted me blindly... and that was one hell of a turn-on. And perhaps I needed a good dose of reality and daylight to put an end to this thing, once and for all...

She was alone, talking on her phone. She wore a bright smile, and she looked stunning, as usual, her dark, long hair fanning across her shoulders, her perfect curves accentuated in a pair of skinny jeans with a fitted top that clung to her body like a glove. Fuck. I already knew that this was a bad idea. A really bad idea. But I found myself walking towards her, regardless, my blood rushing through my veins at the mere sight of her. What the hell was wrong with me? Shit - I needed to get a grip, and fast.

The moment she finished her conversation, and she hung up, her gaze met mine, and she smiled. But all of a sudden, I hesitated, a few steps away from her... I had no idea why.

She tilted her head, looking at me curiously, shit - I was still staring at her. But something about her seemed different, somehow...

“Hi!” She said, revealing that killer-smile.

“Hi,” I said, all of a sudden not knowing what the hell to say to her.

“Excuse me... do I know you from somewhere?” She asked, raising an eyebrow, looking puzzled.

“You know me...” I finally plucked up the courage to say, and I held my breath, wondering if she’d realize it was me, because she just seemed to know every time.

But just then, the guy who I’d seen with her at that bar the previous weekend, sauntered towards us, wearing a frown, clearly sizing me up.

“Who are you, then?” She asked with a smile, just as the preppy asshole flung an arm around her shoulder and kissed her on the lips.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted her, staking his claim, then he looked me up and down. “What’s up?”

I was still wondering what the hell was going on, here, because Snow had assured me just a few days ago that she wasn’t seeing anyone. Was this her twin sister? Fuck - it probably was. There was only one way to find out...

“The guy who calls you Snow,” I said cryptically, knowing I was taking one hell of a risk here.

“Excuse me?” She frowned, looking at me blankly.

And right then, I knew that I had the wrong sister. Shit! Now that I was looking at her up close - I realized that it wasn’t Snow. The difference was subtle, but still... there was something different in her eyes. And this one, who must be Hailey, didn’t seem to have the same intensity as Snow, either... there was none of that compulsion that drew me right in, that made it impossible to stop and walk away from her...

“Sorry - I thought you were someone else,” I said, and her boyfriend gave me a look that didn’t need any words, because ‘fuck off’ was written all over his face. And I thought to myself that the fucker must have been fairly insecure, because why the hell would he be stoning me to death with his eyes, when I was just talking to his girl?

“Are you looking for my sister?” She asked, just as I was about to turn around.

I paused and hesitated for one second...

“No. Sorry, this was a mistake.”

I swiveled around and walked away, knowing that this - all of this - had been a massive mistake.

It was as though the universe was trying to send me a sign. Don’t go there again - the whole damn thing was a big mistake, to begin with.

And just then, I made up my mind. This was game over. It should never have turned into a damn game, to begin with. I was done playing with Melody Davis. I simply had to be. I was walking away for good this time...

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