Page 120 of Lorcan's Obsession

As soon as we touched down, Lorcan drove me straight to my uni. There wasn’t time for me to go home, so I had to ask Fayed to bring the books I’d need for the first lecture. Nervous butterflies fluttered in my stomach as we got close. I crossed my fingers that Lorcan wouldn’t run into him, but Fayed was already waiting for me at the drop-off zone.

“That him?” Lorcan asked stiffly.

“Yeah. Play nice.”

“Oh, I’ll play real nice.”

He took my face between his hands and kissed me until my legs turned to Jell-O. By the time Fayed reached us, I was barely seeing straight.

Fayed cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry to interrupt—”

“What? Can’t a man kiss his girlfriend when he likes?”

“No need to rub it in, Lorcan. I know she chose you. I'll never understand why, or what she sees in you, but I won’t fight her. But you know what I also know? That guys like are bound to fuck things up.”

“Shut up,” Lorcan snarled.

“It's inevitable.” Fayed shrugged. “I can sign it on paper today if you like. And guess what, hotshot? I'll be the one to clean your mess up and make her feel whole again."

“Fuck off before I make you!”

“Lorcan!” I reached up and stroked his cheek to soothe him. “My love, not here. Not now.”

“I want to fucking kill that guy,” Lorcan hissed. Possessiveness radiated off him in waves.

“Fay!” I called out.

Fayed walked back toward me, shoulders tense.

“What is it, Princess?” He regarded me with disapproval.

“Fay, it's serious between me and Lorcan. I’m in love with him. Can we keep it cool?”

“Is this what you want? Is he what you want?”

“He is,” I answered.

Lorcan practically puffed out his chest behind me. Fayed turned on his heel and left without another word.

After a rushed goodbye, Lorcan went home, and I went to my class. As soon as I took a seat, my phone vibrated with a notification.

My Boyfriend: Can I pick you up from school later today?

Me: No. I need you to miss me desperately before you come visit me next week.

My Boyfriend: I have to wait a week to kiss you?

Me: Damn straight.

Truth be told, going without seeing him for the entire week would be very hard for me. If I could, I would have caved in and met with him every night before Saturday. But I needed time. There were only five days left before Lorcan would know all about me, and I needed to put my affairs in order.

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SPIDER AND WEB

How dare that imbecile call my woman a princess? Tristen is a fucking queen! My queen!

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