Page 64 of Obsessed with my Temptation

“No, this is where we,” Eliot pointed at Antony and him with his finger. “Make some things clear to you, bad boy. We have some threats to make.”

I did laugh right then. “Good. Get them out.”

Antony was the next to speak. “We want to know your intentions with Scott.”

“And just so you know, before you answer, I might be smaller and weaker than you, but Iwillbite you if needed,” Eliot said.

“And I will help him,” Antony added.

“My intentions are pure, noble gentlemen.”

Eliot glared at me. “Yeah, I very much doubt that. Scott had a hickey after your little encounter the other day.”

I had been quite unable to resist the urge to do it after his little stunt. The way he licked my sweaty neck had made me harder than a rock, and I’d almost decided to go back on my word and fuck him right then and there, consequences be damned.

“Are you playing with him?” Eliot asked.

This felt an awful lot like something friends would do to a potential boyfriend. For a serious relationship. Not a fuck-buddy.

A part of me wanted to tell them they were wrong, thatthiswould never be any of those things.

The other knew it was already too late.

“No. I appreciate your concern, but Scott and I are on the same page. We’re seeing each other, seeing where this goes, and we won’t be seeing anyone else as long as we’re together.”

Eliot deflated a bit at that.

“Is this some sort of power trip to you?” Antony asked seriously. “Are you having sex with him just because you get off on the fact that he’s the Prince?”

My stomach tightened. Ididget off on the fact that he was the Prince while I was seen as the bad boy, and I knew Scott did too, but we weren’t talking about kinks right now, were we?

“It’s not a power trip,” I said, and because I knew they were important to Scott and I was already neck-deep in shit, I added, “I like Scott. A lot. The last thing I would want to do is hurt him.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

They exchanged a look. “Good.”

Opening the fridge, I handed Eliot a bottle of soda, who left for the living room saying all was good, and then I gave Antony the other one.

I was asking myself what the fuck I was doing, when I saw Antony was still lingering in the kitchen.

“Wait, I wanted to ask…Do you know Henry Campbell?”

That gave me pause. “Who doesn’t know him?”

“But are youfriends?”

My brows furrowed. “Friends is a strong word. Acquaintances. Why?”

“I saw you two talking the other day.”

“Why?” I insisted.

Antony shrugged, looking away before forcing his green eyes to meet mine. “Do you have his number?”

“Are you some sort of stalker?” I asked. Why else would he want his number?

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