Page 78 of Lorcan's Obsession

She nodded, visibly numb with shock, yet her eyes were glued to my face.

I didn’t want to cause a bigger scene than I already had, so I decided to be cordial to the guy and act like he hadn’t rattled the hornet’s nest.

“Hi, I’m Lorcan.” I stretched out my hand in greeting.

“Fayed.”

Shaking hands with a live wire would have been more pleasant.

Fayed’s look had become as territorial as mine. If one of us didn’t walk away from this table right now, all hell would break loose. And I couldn’t risk that in front of the other executives.

But I couldn’t help pulling one last move.

Leaning down, I grasped Tristen’s chin and captured her lips in a desperate kiss. Tristen arched her neck and greedily sucked at my tongue, harder and harder until a sexy whimper vibrated in her throat, leaving me satisfied. Pulling away, I took in her flushed face and her rapid breaths.

“See you later at home?”

This was the defining question. Would she say yes, or would she make me look like a complete fool in front of this other man? To my great joy, Tristen nodded in silent affirmation.

Plunging my hands into my pockets, I jerked my chin and spun on my heel, leaving the restaurant. No way would I be able to return to work after leaving my woman behind with another man. This frenzy of anger needed to be worked off pronto, or I would lose my shit with the next person who talked to me.

Right on cue—because the universe was out to ruin this day—my phone started buzzing the instant I reached my apartment. I slammed my door with a shout. If it was anyone besides my girl, I was about to curse them out for the next two minutes. And just my shitty luck, it was my father. The one person I did not dare swear at, talk back to, or keep waiting.

I picked up on the fourth ring.

“Hi, Da—”

“Why the fuck did you walk out of an important meeting when hundreds of millions are—”

I held the phone far away from my ear and muted it. With a sigh, I massaged my aching temples. Of course, my father had a mole watching me among the execs. I didn’t know who, but whoever it was must have contacted him as soon as I’d left the restaurant.

Now I had to deal with this shitstorm. Perfect. I unmuted him and put him on speaker. He'd never even noticed I'd stepped away and was still ranting.

“And all this because you had to go kiss some girl?”

“She's not just any girl," I interjected, "I’m in—”

“I don’t fucking care!”

His screaming could rupture my eardrums. I set the phone down on mute again for him to continue his solo angry tirade. Despite how late it was for him due to time differences, he gave no signs of stopping. He was probably pacing around his home office like a caged tiger. I resumed the call.

“Are you even listening?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Then go back to that office right now and fix the mess you caused!”

I hung up. Like fuck I would. Instead, I changed into my sports gear and put on my boxing gloves. In a perfect world, I would have been punching that Fayed in the face, but sadly, there are social rules and limitations. So I settled for the punching bag in my home gym, imagining that each blow was aimed at the hook nose of that Fayiz guy.

It was definitely one of the best workouts I’d had in a while.

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CONFESSIONS

Well. This nightmare was straight out of my worst wet dream. If only I could have pinched myself and woken up.

Instead, I was stuck with flaming cheeks, a fuming Lorcan, and an awkward conversation I could not escape. Lorcan’s kiss had left me a horny mess, and I had to compose myself before I could begin explaining things to Fayed. Not that it would matter much; he had seen the whole thing. Had he heard me moan when we kissed too?

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