“I mean you need to leave,” I said firmly, walking her toward the door, leaving no room for argument. “Because trust me, he is in a mood and likely uncaffeinated. So, when he shows up here in the next two minutes, because I’m confident he will, you do not want to be in the splash zone of his explosion.”
“But I just got here! You can’t seriously tell me he gets that pressed over women not having an interest in him the same way they do you?”
My jaw clenched, hard. She made him sound like an insecure asshole, and Silas was anything but. She just didn’t fucking know him like I did. Nobody did, and nobody else ever would.
“Goodnight, Cora,” Lena added, physically herding her out the damn door with a newfound urgency. “Or morning, whatever the hell it is. Bye, bitch.”
The door clicked shut, and not even five seconds later, a frantic, aggressive scratching could be heard at the lock. Then, a rhythmic knock.
Lena looked through the peephole again, immensely annoyed. I’m sure she half-expected it to be Cora coming back for round two. “I… where did he even come from?” she whispered, “And he’s wearing sunglasses inside. He looks like the Unabomber.”
She unlocked the door and pulled it open. There was Silas, stumbling into the room like he’d just tucked-and-rolled out of a moving vehicle. My fucking psycho. He was dressed like a stalker, too. I found it humorous, quite cute even. He was wearing a black hoodie with the hood yanked up. In fact, it was one ofmyhoodies that I couldn’t find before we got put on lockdown. Sneaky jackass. He had on dark sunglasses he’d never normally wear, I’m assuming courtesy of Evan, because they reeked of his specific brand of douchebaggery. Silas was drenched in sweat from the fact that it was literally hell’s level of heat on this island. The air conditioner wasn’t able to provide enough relief either to combat the dead of summer. It’s sticky, humid, and the air is thicker than Orlando used to be this time of year.
Silas looked frantic, like a man on a deadly mission. Fuck, it made my dick hard to see how my man would break all the rules just to make sure nobody messed with what’s his.
“I have never wanted to cuss a woman out before, I swearto—”
“Silas, love of my life, where the fuck were you? She was gone all of five seconds, and you were what? Watching her? That’s literal jail time,” I said with a slow smirk.
I loved when he was like this. Silas was becoming incredibly comfortable with his place in my life, and along with that comfort, his possessiveness became much more prominent. I lived for every single second of it, especially when it bled to the surface like this. Sure, I was the exact same way when it came to him, but where my reactions were silent, cold, and punishing in bed, his were loud, worn on his shoulder, and utterly devastating when he let them take over.
He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was…in the stairwell.I sweet-talked a housekeeper into letting me use the service stairs, so I could watch her through the door crack. If she had stayed one minute longer, I swear to all things fucking holy, I was going to pull the fire alarm. I had my hand on the damn lever.”
Lena put her head in her hands, groaning loudly. “You are literally insane, you do know that, right? Also, what kind of self-tanner do you use?”
Silas’s dark eyes cut her way, glaring at her for insinuating he would use a tanning lotion. A fake tan could never look as strikingly beautiful as his natural Puerto Rican skin, and I think, for once, he was actually arrogant about his appearance.
He’s always known how gorgeous he looked with sun-kissed skin, and his hair cut short like when we were younger. It gave me the unholiest thoughts you could possibly imagine.
Ignoring her, Silas marched over to the desk, picked up the little white pastry box Cora left, and threw it in the trash with aggressive prejudice.
“Taking care of you,” Silas muttered as he paced the small room like a caged tiger.
Lena gagged at his words, and I had to fight between smiling at her reaction, and causing Silas’s switch to really flip. It was a very thin line.
“She said she was going to ‘take care of you.’ Evan had to physically drag me to the elevators.”
“I heard.” I smirked, leaning back comfortably against the wall. I was thoroughly enjoying the show Silas was giving me. “Evan said you owe him a new TV remote.”
Silas stopped pacing and glared at the door where Cora just exited. He was vibrating with a mix of jealousy, adrenaline, and the pent-up frustration of a long week apart.
“She thinks you’re jealous,” I told him smoothly.
All movement paused, except his thick brows rising. “Excuse me?”
“She thinks you growled at her downstairs because you have a massive crush on her,” I lied. I was entirely unable to resist poking the bear. “She figures you’re mad that she’s bringing me pastries and coffee instead of you.”
Silas looked like he was ready to vomit on the carpet. “That is the most offensive thing anyone has ever said to me. I would rather eat glass.”
“I don’t know.” I pushed off the wall to walk purposefully towards him. I stopped just inside his personal space, and dropped my voice an octave so Lena wouldn’t hear. “I think she might have a type. Maybe she wants us both. Some Eiffel Tower action. You and me, high-fiving over the top of—”
Silas didn’t blink. His eyes went dangerously dark, pupils dilating until the brown-hazel looked nearly black. The humid air in the room seemed to completely vanish as his arm reached out. His large hand wrapped securely around my throat, his fingers squeezing. The action was heavy, grounding, and it made my dick instantly twitch against my zipper.
“If you ever,” Silas whispered, his voice a dangerous, gravelly rumble that shot straight to my balls. “Finish that sentence, I will burn this hotel to the fucking ground.”
I smiled, leaning heavily into his dominant grip as I gazed up into his eyes. “Possessive.”
“You have no idea,” he snapped, his chest heaving. “I don’t fucking share, you know this. I am insanely close to taking drastic measures just to make sure she stays the fuck away from my husband.”
