Page 285 of Obsession

“That it’s just fun.”

“Good, the fun’s over. Get lost!”

I noticed tears in the blonde’s eyes as she nodded and gave me another blank look before turning her back on us and walking away on wobbly legs.

Harris let go of me and then looked at me.

I bit my lip and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“That was mean… and sexy,” I bit his lower lip and watched the girl walk away.

She had some revoltingly long legs and looked annoyingly good. The thought that she had been naked in Harris’s bed made me angry. That he felt better with her than he did with me, because he hadn’t slept with me yet and didn’t seem to want to anytime soon.

My mouth felt dry and the boy walking past us with a glass of beer in his hand came at just the right time. I took his blue mug and drained it in a second as he looked at me briefly, but when he saw Harris next to me, he went on his way.

The liquid was cold and did my heated body so much good until it started to burn from my tongue all the way down to my stomach. Fuck, it wasn’t beer. It was Stroh, probably 80 degrees. Who the hell drank Stroh out big plastic cups?

Nevertheless, the poisonous, burning taste was surprisingly well absorbed by my dazed body. As I gulped down the liquid, Harris had no idea what I was drinking. I crumpled the cup and threw it on the floor before he could figure out what it was.

My balance was off as I couldn’t feel half my body and my mind was going incredibly crazy.

PCP and now Stroh. Officially, I was in big trouble.

Harris caught me again before I could fall.

“So, one left,” I said between hiccups.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Melissa,” I quickly clarified, trying to stand on my own two feet.

The little bitch in me was ready for another catfight and hoped the second one would be a better sport.

“Baby, forget about them,” Harris’ stern voice surprised me, “they’re a thing of the past, I have told you that countless times and I promise you’ll never see them again.”

“Why do you keep them away from me?” I asked, looking him in the eye.

God, they were so beautiful, and sparlkin… sparl… fuck, even my inner voice was drunk.

“Because I don’t want them around you. I don’t want you to be confronted with my past and what I used to be.”

“A sex god?” I assumed, wiggling my eyebrows.

He laughed and hugged me tighter.

“I’m not going to let you drink anymore.”

“What do you mean? I’m not drunk,” I defended myself, stepping away from him to show him that I could stand on my feet without his help.

But I couldn’t. I wasn’t just drunk, I was also high, but shhh, he didn’t know that.

Harris laughed again and caught me before I could hit the ground harder than Melissa, or was it Jennifer? Fuck them, I needed to make a list.

“Did you go to the bathroom?” he asked.

Ah, so that’s why I couldn’t stand because my legs were pressed tightly together. I was about to pee my pants.

“No,” I complained and made my way to the toilet.

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