“Did you fucking invite him?” Remy asks Andrea. A laugh bursts from her. Before she can respond, I interrupt.
“Invite me where?”
She smooths out Remy’s collar and slips an arm around his waist, flashing me a taunting smirk. This conniving little shit needs to stop touching what’s mine.
“We’re going to a club.”
It takes a full minute for her words to register, but when they do, my rage amplifies to an astronomical level. If Remy enters a club of horny asshats looking like he does right now, he’ll get mauled and I’ll end up behind bars.
Over.
My.
Dead.
Body.
“No.”
“Pardon?” Andrea asks, blinking innocently.
I growl, “He’s not going.”
“Stop talking about me like I’m not right here, asshole. I’m going. Get over it,” Remy snaps, angling to escape–
I block his path, chest swelling as I glare directly into furious golden green eyes.
“If you’re going to be a stubborn brat, then get in the fucking car.”
The charged air between us is suffocating.
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
Palpable waves of anger roll off him, feeding mine. My cock throbs.
“Correction: you’re not going anywherewithoutme, baby.”
His upper lip curls. “I’m not yourbaby.”
“Get in the car.”
“Fuck off.”
“What was that? You want me to fuck the attitude out of you?”
He snarls, his hands flattening on my chest to shove—
His touch is a brand, scorching through my shirt, marking my skin, my heart, mysoul. I lean into it, my lips dangerously close to his ear as I whisper, “You’re testing my limits,baby. Push me a little more, I dare you. My restraint is hanging by a fucking thread and I’m more than ready for it to snap.”
Tearing away from me, he rips open the door to the backseat of the Rover and climbs in, slamming it shut with enough force to echo through the entire parking lot.
Nails scrape gently across my shoulder.
“You’re brave,” Andrea says. When I turn, I expect to see a gloating smirk on her face, but I’m confronted by a worried frown. “Or stupid. A club isn’t a safe place for a recovering addict.”
My molars grind.
“I’m as stupid as it gets when it comes to him,” I sigh, running my fingers through my hair.
