Page 24 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

Antony’s eyes flared when he realized, and as his shoulders seemed to relax infinitesimally, he rolled his eyes and shouldered past me.

“Someone needs to make sure you don’t drown in anyone’s spit tonight,” he said.

I ignored how relieved and delighted I felt that he decided to stay.

It was nothing.

* * *

After making my rounds around the house, finishing up, making sure everything was ready, and greeting the guests like I was some sort of Duke that was hosting them in my mansion, I set myself to make my way back to Antony.

He had stayed. Helped the rest of the guys with the setup and pushing furniture to the sides so moving about would be easier with a house full of people. The guys had accepted his presence easily and taken it in stride, surprised but unquestioning when they’d seen my stern look, and that had been that.

I’d asked Adam to keep an eye on Antony. The last thing I wanted was for him to get into trouble, or worse,someone elsegetting him into trouble.

And by trouble, I meant other people trying to get into his pants.

Because Antony might have limits, butthatwas mine. I would not stand by while someone flirted with him and trailed sneaky kisses up his throat. While his cheeks got flushed with surprised desire. While he turned his face and let the other person lean in to push their lips against his—

The red cup in my hand was crushed now. Thankfully, I’d already finished the beer that had been in it, so I threw it away in the nearest trash can and went to get him.

It didn’t take me long, and as soon as I saw him, I knew that Adam and I were going to havewords. Really, it should be my own ass I kicked, because of course I hadn’t told him the real thing I didn’t want to happen, and what had Adam done?

He’d made sure Antony wasintegratedwith everyone. So much so that he was now sitting on none other thanmysofa, in the middle of a guy and a girl, who were both looking cozy, flirty grins on their faces, and a teasing look in their eyes that I knew too well from being on the receiving end of it.

They were both college seniors like me, and the fact that I’d slept withbothof them only made my blood burn hotter inside my veins.

And not in a good way.

Meanwhile, Antony was just there, looking a little stiff but doing nothing to prevent their subtle advances. He looked like he wasn’t sure whether they were being friendly or trying to get into his pants, an untouched red cup in his hand. It wasthathesitation that made me stomp my way there like some sort of cookie monster, ready to protect my jar.

Entering the semi-circle of sofas they were in, a dozen people or so were either sitting or standing and chatting normally in there, guys in my frat and guests both. They all looked up at me to say hello as soon as they caught sight of me, but I didn’t have time for any of them.

I was staring at one person only.

“Excuse me.”

The three of them looked up.

Looming over them, my glare was long and hard.

I saw that Antony thought it was him I was trying to kick out, but with my hand, I pushed him down on the sofa so he wouldn’t move and waited until the other two got the hint and got the fuck out.

“Oops, sorry, Henry,” Amanda said, setting herself to sit on the armrest of the sofa right next to mine.

“Your new guest has been keeping us entertained,” said Kevin, a mischievous look on his face as he did the same on the opposite side. “I didn’t know you hung out with good boys.”

I sat down right next to Antony, our jean-clad thighs sticking together, his warmth seeping into me as I put my arm over the back of the sofa—right behind him.

Antony gave me a surprised look, clearly not having expected my reaction, which made sense, becausethishadn’t been the plan. The plan had been to ignore him and show him how cool, collected, and desired I was, how well I was doing without him, that his rejection hadn’t done any harm at all to me.

And yet here I was, becoming a rottweiler, stealing the red cup from him and downing it before I decided to piss in a circle around him.

“That’s right, Henry. Where did you have him hidden all this time?” someone else asked with a laugh.

“I didn’t have himhidden,” I said at the same time Antony answered, “He had me in a tiny box in his closet, in the same place he keeps his conscience.”

People laughed at his dry tone, because how could they not? Antony Andino was fucking endearing, even without trying, and his brand of humor had had me clutched by the balls ever since I’d met him.

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