The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

'He seems...interesting,' I comment and Rixon laughs, my heart skips a beat at the sight of him looking so beautiful and relaxed.

'Yeah, he's a special one. Here's your necklace.'

He reaches into his pocket and hands me back the crucifix.

'Thanks, my nan gave it to me,' I explain and put it on.

'Well, I'm sorry I used it as blackmail. I watched my CCTV footage, by the way. You really climbed over a gate to get away from me' He questions, leaning back against a tree and crossing his arms over his chest.

I flush as I remember my ninja moment.

'Oh, Goddess. As if you saw that,' I groan and slap my forehead, what an idiot.

'Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you okay I really should have but please understand I would have told you, I was just scared of your reaction,' he explains, and my heart sinks as he brings up the dreaded topic again.

'It's fine, honestly I—' my words are cut off by the sound of a loud howl not too far away.

'That's the warning for a trespasser, you need to go,' I tell him quickly, pushing on his chest in the direction of the border.

'Okay, I'll text you alright' He says and I nod, glancing around in case a patrol guard comes.

He grabs my face, making me look at him and then kisses me. This time I let my arms wind around his neck, pressing my body to his. He holds me close and kisses me with so much passion I'm left breathless when he lets go and disappears in the same direction his brother went.

Only a few moments later, the guards appear, and I tell them that the trespasser was just passing through. By the time I get back to the house, my lips are still tingling.

Where did he learn to kiss like that

Before jealousy can rear its ugly head, Dad calls me into my parents' office to tell me we're going out for dinner tomorrow night.

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I meet up with the girls for coffee, feeling guilty for bailing on them before. I'm happy and relaxed until I get a text from Rixon, apologizing for our meeting being cut short.

'Oh, I know that look.' Caia smirks at me from across the table and I feign innocence.

'What look' I frown, pretending to be confused as she narrows her eyes at me.

'I'd bet my life on that text being from a guy.'

She gestures at my phone and crosses her arms across her full chest.

'I don't know what you're talking about,' I reply, locking my phone and sliding it back into my handbag.

Myra nudges me. 'Come on, spill.'

'There's really nothing to spill, it's nothing.' I shrug, trying to act nonchalant, but I know that won't work with the girls.

'Sure, it's nothing,' Myra mocks me and puts her hands on her hips, leaning close so that I can smell her sweet perfume.

'Tell us all about him,' Caia demands, and I roll my eyes.

'I'm going to sound like a stalker if we start talking about him already, it's really not a big deal.'

I sigh heavily, knowing my words aren't going to dissuade them.

'It's us girls, we always make things a big deal with guys. I don't care if you've known him two minutes, what's he like' Myra insists.

I smile at her words, no one does stubborn quite like my girls.

'He's gorgeous, tall and dark, and sexy and Goddess, I don't know. He's perfect.'

I turn my attention back to the cup in my hands to try and distract myself from thinking of him for probably the hundredth time today.

'He sounds it, show me a picture, does he have Facebook' She asks and I look at her in shock.

'I haven't looked for him on Facebook. He's just a guy, don't get so excited,' I cry in mild hysteria.

'What about Insta' Caia asks and I shake my head at them.

Why are they obsessing over this

It's awful because I know how horrified they'd be if they knew the truth about him. I'm grateful that I get them to drop the subject, because I don't want to lie any more than I already am.

That evening, I straighten my hair and do my make—up to match my dress for going out. My father drives us to some new restaurant he wants to try out, I'm more than willing because I love food.

We arrive at the restaurant, and I see why Dad brought us here, it's so stylish and expensive. Personally, although I like posh restaurants like this, I'm also happy with cheap Italian and Maccy's. We're seated near the back, and I order myself a large glass of wine, I think I deserve it after everything I've been through recently.

'Are you ready to order' A very familiar voice asks, and I choke on a sip of wine. Mum smacks me on the back as Dad laughs at me.

'You alright, darling' Dad says and I manage to nod, too shocked to say anything as Rixon waits on us, pen and pad at the ready.

My eyes meet his and I can see he's trying to resist laughing; he finds it hilarious that he's surprised me.