Page 47 of Falling for Fury

Mine.

The word that seems to be the label on the feeling that springs out of nowhere when I see Addy near anyone. Eric, that creep that was trying to feel her up. Like a switch finally flicked on, everything seems to snap into place.

Addison is mine.

My steps slow until I am on the edge of the dance floor, and I am completely entranced by her. Slimy dude aside, her smile so big, skin radiant, her gorgeous hair is down and curled around her face. I nearly die at the sight of her outfit. A silver dress, with shoestring straps, that loosely hugs her body, a deep v at the front that stops so short I am convinced everyone in the bar will have an eye full if she so much as scratches her knee. She does a twirl, now facing douche-date, as she wraps her arms around his neck.

Mine.

My heart is officially in my throat, the blood in my dick, as I notice the back of her dress… well, it doesn’t exist. The back dips so low it rests just above her ass, strings of something sparkling barely holding the sides together, and I can see every muscle move under her soft pale skin as she dances. Douche-date’s hands finding a trail down her spine and resting way too low for my liking.

That will do, buddy. Any lower and I’m going to have to break some fingers.

“Alright perv.”

“Jesus–Fuck.” My soul leaves my body at the jump scare. I was staring at her like a perv, the sound of the music now slipping back into my mind as I look down and see Rosie smiling up at me with playful eyes. I shift nervously on my feet, hand reaching up to scrub the back of my neck, pretending I wasn’t just caught ogling the fuck out of Addison and her douchy date. What a punchable face that guy has.

“Sorry, I… I wasn’t…”

Rosie rolls her eyes. “Relax, Prince Charming, I know she is fucking gorgeous. Look at her.” Oh, don’t worry, I was.

“Are you going to go over and dance with her or what?”

“What about her handsy friend?” Didn’t manage to hide my feelings from my words, but I don’t care. All my control is going into not committing assault on this prick.

“Oh, please, that guy isn’t hitting anything outside of first base. Are you seeing that polo shirt?” I am. The royal blue polo with the khakis is a crime against fashion everywhere. This isn’t the fucking country club.

“So you’re done torturing me, then? Got it all out of your system?”

“Plenty more where that came from. But I am doing this for her, not you. She’s into you, too, you big dumb idiot. This time, seal the deal and then don’t fucking leave. But so help me god if she sheds a single tear over you…” she reaches up on to the tips of her toes and leans in to whisper in my ear as I lower my head to her, “I will sever each and every nerve of your member and feed it to you in front of a mirror and make you witness the end of your ability to receive pleasure.”

I swallow deeply.

Rosie scares the ever loving shit out of me. She pulls back with a smile that would melt a grandmother and she winks. “Go get her, tiger,” she finishes as she slaps me on the ass.

I am still speechless, but I turn my attention back in the direction of Addy, and she is now looking at me. Gone is her radiant smile, her aura of joy, because that is a scowl, a look of death, pinning me in place. The rage is almost tangible as it snakes off her skin, and she slowly steps towards me, but I can’t help but feel a sense of triumph. Rage or not, in the 0.5 seconds that Addy’s eyes have been locked on mine, she all but forgets the existence of Country Club. Rosie gulps loudly, whisper-shouting, ‘good luck,’ before making a run for it.

“What on earth are you doing here?” Addison rage-shouts over the music, looking up at me through her dark lashes, her green eyes burning holes through me. Her date stands awkwardly behind her, shuffling on his feet. I manage to make direct eye contact with him, making sure my eyes say the things I know I can’t voice. Mine.

I watch as he visibly shrinks, my eyes narrowing until he takes the hint. Not even thirty seconds, not a fight or a retort to be found, Country Club just gives up. “I’ll, uhh, see you around.” He nods and bails. Pathetic.

I trail my eyes back to my Strawberry Devil, the smirk of triumph spreading evenly across my face. “We need to talk.” I look at Addy, those incredible green eyes.

She leans on a hip, her arms crossed over her chest, and christ, hitching her tits to almost falling from her dress. Her eyebrows knit together tightly and she leans forward. “You really can’t take the hint, can you? Here to ruin another date, I suppose?” She stares into my soul, and I am speechless as she continues. “What is your deal? I said fun, and you practically ran for the hills. Now you just hover and act like a possessive caveman.”

“I don’t want fun, shortcake, and you’re done with the date, whether you leave here with me or not.”

“Where do you get off telling me who I can and can’t date? What the hell do you want from me, Noah? What are you doing here?”

I take a step forward, crowding her space, and lean my head down to her ear so I am no longer shouting over the music. “I’m done with these games. I’m done fighting this thing between us. I want you… all of you. And I’m done sharing.” I pull back to look at her face and not a thing has changed. The rage fire burns in her eyes and she pushes past me and storms off.

I run after her, catching her by the elbow and pulling her into a dark corner near the bar, quieter, away from the speakers and the rush of the dance floor. She practically squeals, and my heart finally snaps in two. I remove my hand from her skin and plead that my eyes can hold hers for as long as possible.

“Addy, I’m sorry for the way I have handled things, okay? I shouldn’t have left at Maplewood, I shouldn’t have acted like an idiot on your date, although, I stand firm on my decision—Eric was a class A fuck-tard. But you’re right. I didn’t know what was happening. In my head, in my life. I have… I have never—”

“Noah, save it. These are just words. They mean nothing. You’re sorry your ego is hurt because I didn’t chase you…” She takes a step forward, her face scrunched in a scowl, and she has never been sexier.

“You’re sorry that I didn’t come crawling. But you have no right to storm in here, scaring off yet another one of my dates, and saying all of this after everything. Because guess what? I won’t chase you. I won’t get on my knees and beg you to want me because I love myself enough to not need the acceptance of you or anyone.” Her voice is so deep and low I feel like the wrath has taken over my body. That confidence and arrogance I knew was buried within her shows itself, and I have never been more attracted to this woman than I am now.

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