Laughing and smiling while talking to him as they made their way to the bar. Their body language told me they were ona date. He couldn’t even take his eyes off her, even when she wasn’t looking. And why wouldn’t he?
She looked like every man’s wet dream.
Meanwhile I was living my worst nightmare.
Watching Arya move on.
Something deeper than jealousy and possessives flared to life in my veins.
Every single moment we spent together flashed before my eyes. So did a glimpse of a future where she falls for another man, lights up his world, gives him her trust and reigns over her body.
A beautiful life she wanted to build with me. One she fought for tooth and nail. She chose me like no one in my sad and depressing life ever has.
What did I do? I threw it all away. All because I was too stubborn.
She had been right.
I’m scared to be vulnerable and let someone in.
It took mere seconds for the truth to smack me in the face that I am a fool. That walking out on Arya was a mistake.
I still am terrified to unveil all ugly parts of my soul, the scars and demons I live with every second of the day.
The choice was simple: was I going to let them dictate my life and lose her forever or fight like hell and heal myself to become a man worthy of her. My heart made the decision before my mind could catch up.
I am claiming my angel for keeps.
It starts with getting rid of the man she’s with. Breathing through my nose to suppress the rage and bone-chilling terror of losing her, I stare across from her.
Her idiot-I remember his fucking name, but considering he made himself a walking dead man by showing up here withmywoman, he is an idiot-date notices the proximity and flicks his gaze to mine.
“I’m sorry,” he frowns in confusion. “Wrong woman? I think you’re mistaken.”
“No,youare.” I smile, but it’s not friendly. “Arya is taken.”
“No, I’m not!” snaps Arya, yanking out of her stupor.
Rithvik’s brows pull together in puzzlement, gaze bouncing between Arya and me.
“We’re having a lovers quarrel,” I explain teasingly. “She’s teaching me a lesson by making me jealous, which means your job is done. I suggest you leave.”
“Rithvik, don’t listen to him,” she growls, cupping his hand. “He is lying.”
I narrow my eyes at Rithvik and threaten, “Take your hand away or I’ll make you piss your pants for real this time.”
He immediately jerks it back like the pussy he is.
Arya tilts her head back to shoot me a glare that’ll make a lesser man’s ball shrivel.
All I do is stare down at her possessively.
It pisses her off even more.
“Stop whatever you’re doing, Nathan,” she hisses angrily. “Especially threatening my date, who I was having a great time with before you showed up.”
Wrong taunt, angel.
My patience running out, I finish playing nice.
