Page 10 of Haunting Me

ATLAS: Let me know ASAP.

Shit! I forgot I told Atlas we would go to a show tonight. I look back up from my phone and Wes is staring at me.

“Everything okay?” Wes says, a twinge of concern in his voice.

I put my phone on the table and grab the mug of coffee. “Mmhm, just my friend reminding me I promised to hang out with him tonight.” Wes’s eyes narrow, jealousy very present in his body language.

“Atlas is my friend and coworker at the store. He is definitely not interested in me.”

Wes rolls his eyes.

“Hey, not fair that you can roll your eyes, but I can’t,” I pout, pushing out my bottom lip.

“This,” waving his hand up and down at me, motioning to my response, “is why you can’t. You’re a brat, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll fix that.”

My eyes are daggers. “I scratch and bite,” motioning with my teeth.

He leans across the table, his voice low and husky. “You’ll crawl and beg too.” He promised, licking his lips. “Don’t mistake my obsession and undying devotion to you as weakness, baby. I fully intend on taming the brat inside you.”

God damn, there must be something seriously wrong with me because my panties are so wet.

I cleared my throat and adjusted my position to get comfortable. I reach for the coffee and take a much-needed drink.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Wes teased, knowing exactly what is wrong.

“So where is Atlas taking you tonight?” Poison drips from Atlas’s name as it leaves Wes’ mouth.

“An In Flames concert.” The waitress brings our plates of food, and I reach for the syrup and drench the French toast. The first bite makes me moan, eyes roll back because it’s sinfully delicious. He cuts into his steak and eggs, takes a bite, and then lets out a sigh.

“Where?” He inquired.

I lift my head from my plate. “Huh? Where what?”

“Where exactly is the concert going to be?” He pressed for the information.

“The Warfield,” I say, hoping that tames the stalker. He nods his head in acceptance. He continues to eat his breakfast. “Until then, you’re all mine, right?”

“I'm free. I don't have any other plans.” I said. The smile he gives me can break hearts, and I'm sure that he'll break mine, eventually.

“Better text him back then to let him know you’ll be there.”

I grab my phone from the table and shoot off a series of texts to Atlas.

LAYNE: Hey sorry I didn’t text you back last night. I got caught up with a friend.

LAYNE: Text me the time doors open.

ATLAS: Door open at 7

ATLAS: Bitch <3

“There, all done.” I put my phone in my bag and continue to eat my food. “So, what do you want to do today?” “Is the courthouse still not an option?” What comes out is more like a snort than a laugh. “Not today, Romeo.” “Well, then that leaves only one other option.” “And that would be?” I lean back against the booth's back. His eyes darken and the word that leaves his mouth makes me clench my thighs together.

“You.”

Chapter seven

W E S

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