Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 238 A Jerk With a Pedigree

Anastasia was left speechless following Elliot’s outburst. Where is all this jealousy coming from? I’m

not his girlfriend, and nothing is going on between us, so why is he getting jealous of Oliver out of the

blue? Is there even a point to this?

The lights brought out the defiant edge to her delicate features as she raised a brow at the man in front

of her and pointed out sardonically, “Elliot, I think you have yet to reconcile with the fact that I can like

or fall for someone without having to get your permission. What right do you have to butt into my

personal life?”

However, little did she know that every one of her gestures and expressions only drew Elliot in deeper.

Even the way she behaved like an agitated kitten was stroking and stirring his wildest desires.

A devious smirk curled on his lips as he drawled ominously, “True, you can choose to love whoever you

want, but I can promise you that person will end up in the most unfortunate of situations. In the end, I’ll

make sure all the men who think they have a chance with you become so miserable that they’d wish

they were dead.”

Anastasia had never met anyone so unbelievably unreasonable. Just as she was about to retort, Elliot

closed the distance between them and backed her up against the wall. He then said, “Let me tell you

something, Anastasia—a man’s body language says a lot about what he feels for a woman.”

The next second, she was made acutely aware of just how dangerous and domineering he was. It

wasn’t just the insidious gaze in his eyes that sent chills running down her spine, but also the way he

moved so lithely and cornered her like she was helpless prey.

She could even feel the heat coming off him through the fabric of their clothes.

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It was as if her mind had imploded at that moment, and blood subsequently rushed to her face. Elliot

had discarded his gentlemanly and civilized front, revealing the starved and ferocious beast within him.

He wanted her to know with every fiber of her being that he was not as tame as he seemed; he was

just as tempestuous as anyone else, and he was not one to be messed with.

The 28 calls he had made to her tonight were the last of the walls that kept his rage at bay.

Anastasia was about to push him away when his lips crashed down on hers, demanding and punishing

as ever.

Her skin prickled as something warm and electrifying coursed through her, but just as she was about to

lose herself in the kiss, the man pulled away from her and walked out the door, leaving her startled and

slumped against the wall.

Anastasia left the room after regaining her composure, only to see Elliot sitting at the dining table

enjoying the spaghetti she made, and he even served a small portion of it to Jared. The both of them

looked like a jolly pair as they sat across from one another and slurped on the noodles hungrily.

Anastasia had a hard time believing that this man, who looked like a warm and affable house-husband

type, had pinned her against the wall like a roguish brute moments ago. He’s just a jerk with a

pedigree, that’s what, she thought grimly.

She was starting to hate herself for allowing Elliot to make her feel all those things back in the room.

Perhaps she really was a pushover.

Elliot brought Jared out for an evening stroll after dinner. Though it was getting late, Anastasia knew

that her child would be safe with him. Presently, she sat on the couch and let her mind wander, but she

chewed on her lower lip when she realized that she was thinking about that kiss earlier.

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The kiss had been a demanding and unforgiving one. Elliot was in every way despicable, but for some

reason that Anastasia couldn’t quite fathom, she was swept up in the sweet and overpowering current

of his kiss. She distinctly remembered feeling like there was a hollow part of her that was finally being

filled up, and she was disappointed when he pulled away abruptly in the end.

What in the world is going on? I’m not falling for him, am I?

She wanted to slap herself in the face. No, I can’t fall for him. He’s Hayley’s man!

As much as she wished to take revenge on Hayley for putting her through the horrific ordeal years ago,

and even though Elliot presented himself as the perfect pawn for revenge, Anastasia had no intention

of stooping so low. She didn’t want to mess up the life that she had carved out for herself despite all the

adversity, after all.

She might have considered revenge if she didn’t have Jared, taking any crazy idea and running with it.

Alas, she did have a son to care for, and her motherly duties tethered her to reason. She refused to do

anything that could potentially hurt Jared in the end.

More importantly, she could still hear Hayley’s threat echoing in her ears. The male escort who had

found her not too long ago could have shown up out of the blue courtesy of Hayley’s doing. This could

only mean that Hayley and the escort had been in contact all this while.

If that jerk were to appear in front of Jared one day, Anastasia shuddered to think how the little boy

would react to having an unfamiliar and hostile sc*mbag for a father. What if that man decides to take

my son away from me?

She began to drown in paranoia, and she was truly worried and terrified that one day, that scumbag of

a man would show up and wreck her life again.

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