Page 102 of Blades of Obsession

Me: So… I might need your help

I hit send and wait, my heart lodged in my throat.

Blade: Don’t text me unless you’re texting to fuck

I blink a few times, feeling a jolt of shock. Am I reading that right?

Me: I’m asking for help on a serious matter and you’re thinking with your dick!

His response is blunt and cold.

Blade: All I care about

Me: All you care about, huh?

Blade: Yup

Me: So you don’t care about a relationship then, just sex?

Blade: Why, do you want a relationship?

Me: No…

Yes. No. I don’t know. I feel all three answers to his question at once.

Blade: Same. So don’t text unless you’re trying to fuck

I clench my jaw, my fingers flying over the keyboard. It’s okay formenot to want a relationship but it’s not okay for him not to want one when he’s the one who messed up!

Me: Well screw you! I don’t need a relationship from you anyway. In fact, if I wanted a relationship, I would just pursue one withArden

That should get under his freaking skin, the bastard. Arden is one of the guys living at the mansion with him.

Blade: I can set you guys up if you want

My mouth hangs open, wide. For a few moments, I’m stuck like this, staring at the screen speechless. Does he genuinely not care already? It took him less than two days to not care?

Me: Fine. I’ll come over there right now and kiss him. I’ll even fuck him! I’m sure he would be willing to give me a relationship. A real one, not one built on lies

Blade: As long as you don’t make a mess in my house, that’s fine

I scoff, feeling a surge of anger rush through me. I hurl my phone onto the bed as hard as I can, but the impact is muted by the soft comforter. It’s a good thing because I’m not in the mood for a broken phone on top of everything else. Changing into one of the outfits I packed with me, I storm out of Frankie’s dorm room and practically slam the door behind me.

On the way speeding to Blade’s house, I send another text.

Me: Look, are you going to help me or not? It’s serious

Blade: For some pussy, I’ll consider it. Depending on what you need help with. I’d have to gauge if your pussy is worth the trouble or not

Oh, now he’s done it. If my pussy isworththe trouble? I’m gonna punch him in the face, I swear. I beep at the car driving slow as a damn turtle in front of me, driving on her tail until she finally turns off and I can floor it the rest of the way.

I burst through the front door, not caring how unhinged I must look to any random guest hanging around in the mansion. Frankie, Asher, Rhett, Blade, and a few others are in the living room, watching a game.

“Hey!” Frankie greets, but I ignore her, my eyes trained on Arden. I don’t know why I picked him, he’s just the first one to pop into my head while I was texting Blade. And he’s always nice to me.

Without a second thought, I march over to Arden, grab him by the shirt collar, and plop myself onto his lap. I kiss him—hard and desperate. Or at least, I try to make it look desperate. The room falls silent. Out of the corner of my eye, I see everyone’s gaze shift to Blade.

I expect him to react, to do something. But he just sits there, perfectly calm, not a flicker of emotion written on his face whatsoever. His finger tapping on his jeans is the only telltale way of knowing he cares, even just a little.

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