Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Hawaii is fucking beautiful. Almost makes me forget about my life falling apart. Almost.

I stretch my arms over my head, standing on the balcony of our private villa as the last bits of the sun bleed into the horizon.

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The salty breeze tickles my skin, and if I close my eyes long enough, I can pretend I'm just another girl on vacation, not someone constantly fighting against the weight of my past. Not someone questioning if the man who holds me every night loves me or the ghost of someone else.

Speaking of said man, he's currently kneeling between my legs, his mouth wrecking me, his tongue moving with the kind of precision that makes me think he'd worship at the altar of my body forever if I let him.

My fingers twist into his hair as I rock against his face, and he growls, dragging me even closer.

"Fuck, Enoch-"

He hums against me, and I come apart with a sharp cry, arching against the railing behind me. My legs tremble as he presses one last kiss to my inner thigh before pulling back, his lips and chin glistening.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at me like he just had the best meal of his life.

"That should keep you satisfied for the next hour," he mutters, smirking.

I shove at his shoulder, breathless. "Cocky bastard."

"Only when it comes to making you fall apart," he quips, standing and dragging me into his arms. His chest is warm against mine, his heartbeat steady. "Now, let's get cleaned up before I end up throwing you over this railing and making a show for the entire island."

I roll my eyes, but I let him lead me inside. He tugs me into the massive bathtub, and we sink into the hot water together, my back pressed against his front as he lazily trails his fingers up and down my arms.

For a while, there's nothing but the soft splashes of water and our steady breathing. I try to pretend that everything is normal, that I'm not seconds away from drowning in my own thoughts.

Tonight's plan is simple-dinner on the beach, front row seats to a fire knife dance performance. A traditional luau experience. Something fun. Something distracting.

We get ready after our bath, and I choose a dress that clings to my body in all the right places, the soft, floral fabric stopping just above my knees.

A thin strap ties behind my neck, leaving my shoulders and back bare. I tuck a hibiscus flower behind my ear, glancing at my reflection. I look... happy. Carefree.

Like a girl who isn't questioning everything.

Enoch, now dressed in just loose Hawaiian-print shorts, watches me from the bed, head tilted. "You look fucking edible."

I smirk. "I don't think that's the goal, but thanks."

He crooks a finger at me, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "Why don't we skip dinner and stay in?"

I roll my eyes, but my stomach flips when he stands, crossing the room with slow steps. His fingers skim the curve of my waist before he grips it fully, pulling me against him. His lips find my neck, and I shiver when he murmurs, "I could spend all night on my knees for you."

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A knock at the door saves me from completely melting into him. Holy fuck, I'm down bad.

"Room service," a voice calls from outside.

I immediately wriggle free,

Enoch groans, falling baching my dress. "I'll get it."

the bed. "Or we could ignore it."

want them thinking

means I get to keep

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the door open. The same attendant who's been bringing our meals stands there, offering a polite smile before rolling the cart inside. I thank him quickly before he leaves, and Enoch only hums in approval

tragic. You'd have to

villa, stepping onto the sand where the luau is already in full swing. Fire pits glow, casting warm flickers across the

air.

performers are already preparing for the show, their torches illuminating

course, Enoch

attention. His bare chest- muscled, tanned, and currently glistening under the firelight-is turning far too many heads. And not just from women. Even a few men are eyeing

surface, lets out

mile away, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me

shooting a glare at a woman openly staring. Look somewhere

kiss to my temple. "You're cute

we're led to our private table, set up with the best view of the fire knife dancers. I forget my irritation when the performance begins, my breath catching as

The moment is perfect.

The name flashing across the screen sends ice through my veins

without hesitation, flipping

the night. But Brooke's voice slithers into

He's

miss someone right now?" I ask, keeping my voice light. Casual.

expression unreadable. "Just you." Then, in a lower voice,

Not

ask again, his

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more lead about

the message just a bit,

for her. His first

Enoch standing, excusing himself from the

only notice when he's already gone, vanishing into

in my throat, blinking fast as my vision blurs. The

else takes

Brooke.

The devil.

reveling in my unraveling. The dim golden glow of the chandelier above

she murmurs, swirling the wine in her glass. “Enoch's still looking for her

tightens around my own untouched drink, the condensation slick against my

voice is steady. Good. "You want a fucking

was everything to him. She still is." Something sharp twists in my gut. I lift my chin, refusing to let her see me break. "You talk a

his ear, eyes locked on mine the moment

a smile and

but he nods, motioning for me

hums. "Do you know what happened

to the Imperial

a lot of things."

the rim of her glass, savoring

the borders until it rotted away

past tense, as it's already

betrayed him." she starts off, "He was the one who tried to kill him, afterall.

you, Brooke."

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