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CHAPTER56

Callum

“We need to discuss our future,”Zara persisted, pressing herself closer towards me. Her perfume reached my senses and I somehow felt like I was being transported back in time to when I was madly and hopelessly in love with this woman.

I would’ve moved Heaven and earth to make her happy. Zara had been my life. Everything I did then was for our future. I was a roughened teenager, but the moment I met her, I was willing to make changes. The moment I knew I was in love with her, I didn’t even hesitate to commit myself fully to her. However, somehow all through that love and affection—not to mention utmost dedication—Zara easily walked away from it all.From me. Here she was now, demanding we “discuss” our future. What was she on?

“If you haven’t noticed, I’ve moved on from you.” I sought her eyes, putting all my energy in holding her gaze. “You’ve been replaced. There’s no future with me. Best you get that truth into your head.”

“You don’t love her,” Zara immediately retorted back.

My nose flared at her audacity. “How dare you. You don’t know anything!”

“You know how I know? Because you didn’t even glance at her, not once, the second you saw me. She excused herself to use the restroom and yet it seemed you didn’t even hear her.” She pressed her heaving breasts against my chest. Her lips and hot breath tickled my ear. “You only have eyes for me. No one will come close, Callum. It’s the same for me. I want you.” She pressed harder, making me silently curse. “I haven’t had a man for a year and I’m anticipating for you to relinquish this need in between my thighs. It has only craved you, no one else.”

This was bad. Sex with Zara had always been dynamite. Her talking about not having any other man after me made my throat dry. She was temptation to the fullest. She knew my body, knew what turned me on… and her dirty talk confirmed just how much she wanted to be back in my life.

“Charles filed divorce yesterday. He brought me out here to reconcile with you.” She kissed my lobe. “You can have me tonight… or whenever you want.”

A voice informing the guests that the ballroom was now available made me pull back away from her influence. Zara still held power over me. I was discomfited. Horrified. Yet, somehow, aroused. It was troubling and I hated it—her—for torturing me some more.

Besides, there was Stella.

God, Stella!I had seriously forgotten about her. My eyes scanned the area, looking for her.

“She probably left already,” Zara quipped into my ear.

If Stella had, I couldn’t blame her. She’d probably witnessed how Zara was full on seducing me or how I had let her do it, not even stopping her attempt. As I stated before, I didn’t deserve Stella, and yet, I couldn’t let her go. I was a horrible man. Selfish. Needy.

In need for her as well as the sense of comfort and security she brought.

“I have to go.” I unclasped Zara’s hold from me as I scanned the throbbing sea of people. Where did she go? Did she leave?

Frustrated, I went towards the entrance and asked the hotel staff in charge if they had seen Stella leave. I knew they would know who I was talking about because I had seen how they blatantly gawked at her behind as she sauntered towards me.

An exasperated grunt showed how desperate I was to find her. It was rude of me to actually have forgotten about her when Zara appeared. It was a shock to see her again, with my father in tow… but still… Stella didn’t need to witness how affected I was when it came to the woman who had brought me to my knees once. I tried to picture what it would’ve been for her to see me with Zara and, whatever came in to mind, I didn’t like much.

In all honesty, I didn’t know what I wanted. When it came to Zara and Stella, I was confused. I knew thatnow, after what happened with Zara earlier, but for some reason, Stella brought out other things in me.

I might have appeared calm to some as I drifted off from one place to the other, eyes flittering about for one particular person. What greeted my eyes just ignited a great example.

The bar was the last place I decided to check because I hadn’t imagined Stella would seek out a drink, but my, my, was I wrong.

Stella, the minx, was seated in a rounded-cushioned, red leather barstool, legs crossed, with a man’s hand resting on her exposed thigh, thumb caressing the line that met her pressed thighs, intimately. She was sipping her strawberry champagne, oblivious to the fact that I was only a few feet away, as she listened to the man whispering into her ear. His left hand was on her hip as a gesture for everyone to know that he was hers to claim.

In a heartbeat, I joined their cozy, little, intimate circle. Clearing my throat, I made sure my voice delivered the words succinctly. “Excuse me, but I think you’re pissing on my woman.”

“Callum. Oh, um, this is Derek.” Stella giggled, blushing. “An ex of mine.”

She seriously giggled. Was she already drunk or was she enjoying this tête-à-tête they were having? This literally played havoc with my raging temper, teetering on the edge.

“Derek. Good to meet you.” The besotted chap played the gentleman, but I was far from being playful.

If it were my way, I’d love to fight him off—man to man—and see if he could beat me.He could at least try, I mused. With all this frustration gathered in my body, I could do some light workout with Derek as my target.

Instead of acting like a true animal, I penetrated his eyes. The man didn’t cower, though. “Right. The infamous wanker who left Stella because he felt unmanned by not being able to exude his potency and vigor.”Thatcertainly got to him. Good. “I assure you, I didn’t have the same problem as you did.”

Stella made a loud gasp, but I ignored it.