Page 25 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

“You’re friends with the Prince, aren’t you? I’d thought I’d seen you somewhere,” Adam said from the sofa next to ours. When Antony nodded, Adam added, “It’s so weird he’s still with that Travis Ashford guy, right? Good boy and Bad boy. The first time I saw them together on campus I thought we’d been abducted by aliens.”

The Prince was Scott, one of Antony’s best friends, and the entire reason why he was now sitting right next to me. The shock and delight from most people when they’d learned that the college Prince was secretly dating the intimidating star boxer had been the talk of the town for weeks. It still was.

It was also thanks to my deal with Antony that Travis was now happily graduated and without false accusations tainting his reputation, which of course, none of us said.

Antony shrugged, and I noticed he was sitting a lot more relaxed now than he’d been before. “I think they’re weirdly perfect for each other. Sometimes opposites do attract.”

Adam nodded, a thoughtful grin stretching his lips. “Yeah, yeah, I think I’m starting to see that.”

He was looking between Antony and me.

I knew exactly the thing he was suggesting, and my glare was strong enough to make someone piss their pants.

Adam only laughed. “Don’t look at me that way, King, I didn’t say anything!”

“And you better keep your big mouth shut,” I muttered to him while Antony was already getting swept up in a different conversation.

“So, Antony, what year are you in?” a girl beside Amanda asked.

“Third.”

“And your major?”

“Business.”

“Oooh. Hot.”

My hands balled into firsts. The poor sofa was going to be my stress ball tonight.

A guy started talking about something else, catching everyone’s attention with an anecdote, and Antony took the chance to turn to me, his mouth an inch from my ear.

“Did someone stick a pole up your ass? I thought I was supposed to be the one having a hard time here.”

“I’m fine,” I bit out, even if the feeling of his breath against my face made my chest warm, not to mention it sent a curl of heat down south.

What I wouldn’t give to have his lips brush my skin.

“Are you jealous because I’m taking over their attention? Or is it something else?”

“I couldn’t carelessabout their attention.”

It was a lie and a truth all at once. A concession.

A dangerous one.

One that he seemed to catch. Antony’s eyes flashed with surprise before looking away. “They’re only paying attention to me because of you, you know? I’m like this sofa. Special just because it’s yours.”

My caveman brain lingered for too long in thatyoursand what it was suggesting—that he was mine too.

It wanted too badly for him to be.

Then the rest of his statement registered.

“As cool as this sofa might be, it will never becharming, and you were wrapping them up around your little finger all on your own.”

Antony chuckled derisively, so self-deprecating I wanted to cover his mouth and shake him even before he spoke. “These people don’t really care about me, Henry. I’m a wallflower. If I were on my own, it would be like I was wearing camouflage.”

He was wrong. He was so wrong and he didn’t even know, because not for a day, not even for asecondhad Antony’s presence been less than blinding and overwhelming to me.

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