“About what?”
“That’s between us.”
“There’s nothing between the two of you anymore.”
“Is that what she told you?”
“That’s what I know.”
“Adrienne and I have a long history, Mr. Caraway. That doesn’t just disappear overnight.”
My head feels like it’s about to explode. I straight on charge him with no regard to the consequences. It’s as if I’ve totally forgotten that I’ve only got one good working arm. And then I wrap my hand around his tiny throat and squeeze.
“If I ever see you in this building again you will have a lot more to worry about then my hand around your throat. You will feel the weight of all of my influence on your life in a way that will feel suffocating. Kind of the way you feel right now.”
I know that this man is probably thinking of ten ways he can sue me for everything I’ve got. That’s what pussies like him do. But I don’t give a shit.
All I know is that the need to protect what’s mine has grown tenfold since I’ve met Adrienne. Since I’ve been inside of her. Since I’ve fallen in love with her. And make no mistake about it.
I protect what’s mine.
“You’re crazy!” he shouts. “Let me go.”
“Remember what I said.”
He nods his head in full understanding of what I told him.
“Ok, ok. I will.”
I never want to see his ass anywhere near my girl again.
“Good.”
I’m trying to calm down inside the elevator, but his words are fucking with me just like he intended them to. Just because we’re going on this third date doesn’t mean that Adrienne and I are on the same page.
I pound on the door like I’m a damn FBI agent.
Boof! Boof! Boof!
Calm down, man.
Remember the timeline.
You have no right to be this angry… yet.
She answers the door in nothing but a baby pink satin robe that hits the middle of her thighs and a smile on her face. I’m furious and turned on all at the same time.
“Why are you dressed like that?”
“And hello to you too.”
“Why are you naked?”
“I just got out of the shower, Jason.”
“Were you in that when he was here?”
“Who?
