Page 4 of Toxic Things I Love About You

The entire room tilted. No, that was just the way it felt as I stood and grabbed her.

“Parks, deal with the asshole. I’m going to deal with my fiancée.”

I glared at him, daring him to question me as I threw her over my shoulder.

“Emilee, this is a nice restaurant. I’d be quiet If I were you.”

We could avoid everyone the way I came in earlier, through the back entrance. There was no fanfare, and that was the point. Maybe one of these days, I’d do as Emilee asked and bring her back on a date. Fuck, was this me giving Parks kudos and approving his choices? Fucking hell. When had I started seeing him as anything but an enemy? It didn’t matter. I had to deal with the problem kicking and hitting me as she hung over my shoulder.

Fuck, it was more like problems.

I could feel her elbows against my back and assumed she’d crossed her arms or something like that. It was better than her hitting me.

“If you want to stop being tossed over my shoulder like a petulant child,” I stopped and put her down only when the doors of the elevator closed. Finally it was just me, her, and the elevator operator.

He nodded and hit the button for the garage.

“You will stop acting like a spoiled brat.”

Pink chased over her breasts up her neck and if she didn’t look so sexy, the hard set to her face would have stopped me from what I said next.

“Unless you want to be punished,” I said and backed her against the wall of the elevator. “Fiancée.”

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emilee

My knee connectedhard against his balls. The dress padded my fucking effort and all he did was grunt.

“I’ll take that as a yes, sweet butterfly.”

Roman had me locked between his arms and the wall.

“Excuse me sir, can you call security? I’m being kidnapped.”

The elevator attendant was smart and kept his back toward us.

“Excuse me, sir?”

He ignored me.

“He isn’t going to answer you. I own everyone and anyone that I want. You’re mine now. You agreed to marry me. A verbal contract.”

The stupid giant rose on my dress didn’t do much except exaggerate every damn breath. But the closer he was, the more my heart jumped and the faster my breaths came… and crap. My panties were wet.Every time I thought I had myself in check, that I had erased the little parts of me that wanted to actually be a girl and actually wanted to be loved, this dumbass found his way through.

“Roman Demarco. We’ll circle back on owning things. But this proposal? I agreed under false pretenses. No dead guy, no marriage.”

Hell, the way his lips tilted up said just enough. Something was swirling around in that gorgeous and devious head of his, and that had my pussy damn near throbbing.

“Oh sweetheart. I can give you a dead body if you’d like.”

I met his look.

“Really? Is it male or female? How dead are we talking? Like alive now and dead once you take me there? Or like dead-dead, and I have to go to one of those dead people's hangouts and then what?”

If the tick in his cheek was an indication that I was getting to him, then I was getting to him. Good. That bastard was going to pay for ghosting me. Or had I ghosted him? Hard to really place the blame. It was still going on him though.

“It’s called a morgue, Butterfly. And why in the hell would I give you a dead-dead guy, as you put it?”

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