Page 67 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

I stare at my feet, trying to get my emotions under control.

“Abi, look at me.” Elliot reaches for me, fisting my blazer and pulling me into his chest. “She means nothing to me. Nothing. But until I figure some things out, I need to play the game.”

“I… I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I need you to say you’re okay with this,” he pleads.

“If it was the other way around, would you be okay with me pretending to be with another boy?” A stone mask falls over his expression, and I let out a bitter laugh. “Then it isn’t fair of you to expect me to be okay with it.”

“I know. Fuck, I know. But she’s on our side.”

“You’ve talked to her about me?”

I don’t know how to feel about that.

“Not in so many words,” he replies. “But she doesn’t exactly like our arrangement either. If I don’t show, it will raise suspicions and I can’t give Scott any more reasons to go after you, I won’t.”

“I’m not scared of your brother, Elliot.”

“You should be.” He drops his head to mine, inhaling a shaky breath. “I won’t kiss her. I won’t even touch her, I swear. But I have to go.”

Anguish lines his face, and I can see how difficult this is for him. But it’s not exactly easy for me.

“I saw you with her, Elliot. She’s beautiful,” I admit, shrinking into myself. “You looked good together.”

“But she’s not you,” he says. “She doesn’t know me, Abi. Not like you do.”

“Fine. Go. Do what you need to do. But if you cross that line with her?—”

“I won’t, I swear. I’m yours and only yours.”

“Elliot, I?—”

“Don’t say anything.” His thumb drifts across my bottom lip. “Just let me have this.”

Elliot seals his mouth over mine, sealing his promise with a kiss.

17

ELLIOT

Nerves assault me as I move closer to Abigail’s dorm room to pick her up for our date.

Tonight is a big deal, and I want it to be perfect.

I want to prove to her that what I feel for her is real, that despite the obstacles surrounding us, I want her. That she is the single most important person in my life.

That I want her to be mine.

Voices from the other end of the corridor float through the air, but I ignore them. I don’t give a shit if they see me picking my girl up for a date. If I had my way, I’d be screaming it from the rooftops.

Abigail Bancroft belongs to me, and any motherfucker stupid enough to go anywhere near her will feel every ounce of my wrath.

Shaking those thoughts from my head, I lift my hand to knock.

I told her to meet me at my car so that we could slip away unnoticed. But sitting down there behind the wheel felt wrong.

She shouldn’t have to walk to me alone, I should pick her up like a real gentleman. Like a man she can be proud to call hers.

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