This was it now. No more Gray. I was officially off the market.
I’d heard it all.
Holden wanted commitment from Quentin. Exclusivity. I could have laughed. When she looked my way, I failed to hide my amusement. How could I?
Foremost, it was hilarious that he thought he was worthy of her. Quentin was a demigoddess, and she deserved someone that could hold her in that esteem. An equal to tread through life beside her. Holden was a bumbling idiot who didn’t appreciate her full potential and wanted to keep her three steps behind him.
Second, Quentin would not commit to Holden when she had me in her life.
“… Yes,” she answered.
I stopped cleaning the glass in my hands, and the smile dropped off my face. It took every ounce of self-restraint not to spark up my aura and destroy the entire building.
Yes? Yes. She’d said yes with brief hesitation. What the fuck had happened that Scott suddenly wanted a serious relationship with Holden? I could only assume that she was having a breakdown of some sort, because she was smarter than this.
When Holden kissed her, I turned away, and the glass shattered in my hand before I dropped the pieces to the floor.
“Everything okay, Gray?” Tyler asked.
“Glass slipped.”
I cleaned the mess and turned around to see Quentin was no longer in her seat. It took a moment to sense where she was before I left the bar to find her.
She was leaving the bathroom when she walked straight into me.
“Sorry,” she apologised instantly, before looking up. “Gray?”
Roughly, I pushed her back into the room and locked the door behind me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I hissed.
“What?” she bit back. “What are you doing?”
I’d backed her up against the wall and she put her hands up on my chest in a feeble attempt to keep some space between us. Space that I wasn’t willing to give her after the stunt she’d pulled.
“Holden! Really?” I raged, unable to keep this civil and calm.
Any trace of fear, any speck of confusion, was wiped away from her dark eyes. The shutters came down and Quen drew herself up, ready to fight.
“It’s not any of your business, Grayson,” she told me sharply.
None of my business. As if I wasn’t the one she came home to every night. As if I didn’t satisfy her every need. As if I wasn’t enough.
“You don’t even like him,” I spat.
“That’s not true!” She tipped her chin up indignantly.
Okay. She liked Holden as a friend, but I couldn’t fathom why she’d want anything more from him.
“You don’t like him enough to stay away from me,” I corrected myself, falling back on the truth.
I pressed against her, placing my forehead against hers, and took in the honey and orange scent. This woman belonged to me in every sense. She’d infiltrated my life until I couldn’t stop my thoughts from straying to her. I’d brought her home and into my bed. How did she choose him when I’d given her so much?
“I’m not doing this.” Her voice was quiet, and she refused to look me in the eye.
“Aren’t you?” I asked, voice low.
My lips found hers, and she didn’t hesitate to respond. It was instinctive. Reactive. Her body bent to my whim without fail each and every time. We were a chaotic mess that created comfort for each other. But the moment my hands ran down her sides, she broke the kiss and pushed me away forcefully.
