Page 64 of Shattered

Sara wasn’t obliterated, not even close, but she was definitely feeling relaxed.I hated she’d gone out without me, but I knew she was going stir-crazy holed up in my house.Fearing Samuel would somehow find her weighed heavy on her mind, as it did mine.So I’d relented and allowed her to go out with Alexa, with the stipulation that Brian accompanied them.

And what happened?He called me to tell me she was dancing on top of the bar, like she didn’t have a care in the world.It was too risky, so I hopped in my car and drove like a mad man to Throttle, only to catch her in mid-gyration, dancing her ass off to the beat of the music.

While I’d instantly become excited, as had every other fucker watching her, I couldn’t have her on display like that any longer, so I forced her down.I knew she thought I was ruining her fun, but I’d be damned if any other man was going to eye-fuck my woman.

I tried my best to rein in my temper, and I thought I’d done a pretty good job.Taking into account everything she was going through and stressing about, I totally understood her wanting to be free for a night and have a good time.

But enough was enough.

“What are you wearing?” I asked, placing my hand on her bare thigh.We were en route home, but I couldn’t stop myself from at least inquiring about her clothing choice.

“Clothes.”

“Very funny.Where did you find that outfit?I know it’s not yours.”

“How do you know?I could have gone shopping.You don’t know,” she mumbled as she looked out the window.

Inching my fingers until they rested on either side of her knee cap, I gripped her skin and clamped down.She twitched her leg and laughed, trying to pry my hand off her.

“Stop.”

“Tell me where you got the clothes,” I teased, preparing to grip her knee again.

“Okay, okay.I’ll tell you.Just don’t do it again.”She was smiling widely, and it was the most beautiful sight.“They’re Alexa’s.”

“I figured as much.Don’t you think they’re a bit too small for you?”

“Did you just call me fat?”

“What?” I exclaimed, totally taken off-guard.“No, of course not.All I was saying was…you don’t…you shouldn’t be wearing her clothes.You know, because you’re bigger than she is.”Slapping my hand on my forehead, I knew she’d just managed to fluster me.

“Youdidjust call me fat,” she cried, trying to push my hand from her leg.

“That’s not what I meant at all.I meant you’re taller than her.You’re not fat,” I said, turning my head to look at her.And what did I see?Her…smiling.She was messing with me, and I fell right into her trap.“Nice going.You’re going to pay for that one.”

“Promises. Promises,” she teased.

Once we arrived home, I made my way toward the den to grab a quick drink.I knew I needed to rid myself of the residual anger which was swirling around inside me.She was safe.Sara was home, and I could relax.

All in all, I think I did well.I normally would have screamed and shouted, but I held my tongue, instead giving in to the situation and finding humor where I could.

It was damn hard, but I did it.

“Alek, I’m going to bed now,” she proclaimed, making her way toward the staircase.I hated the clothes she had on, but I loved to watch the sway of her hips in that damn skirt.

“Wait up, I’ll come with you.” I threw back the remainder of my drink and placed the glass on the table, doing my best to hurry the hell up.

“Oh, no, you won’t.You’re sleeping somewhere else tonight, mister.”

My steps faltered.Is she upset with me?“What are you talking about?” I asked, approaching the bottom step.She was halfway up the stairs, completely ignoring me. “Sara,” I called out. “Answer me.”I took the steps two at a time, but she was already down the hall and rounding the corner of the bedroom.Before I could catch up with her, she disappeared from sight, closing the massive door behind her.

I reached forward, my fingers circling around the large handle.I tried to turn it, but it wouldn’t budge.

Did she just lock me out?

“Sara!” I roared. “Open the damn door.”My heartbeat picked up pace, a light sheen of perspiration breaking out along my forehead.I hated when I couldn’t reach her, being locked out of the bedroom no exception.“Open up!” I shouted, pounding my fist against the grain of the wood.

“Forget about it.I’m not unlocking the door.You ruined my one night out in weeks and as punishment, you can’t sleep in here.With me.”I heard her fumbling around then I heard a loud crash.“Shit!” she yelled.

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