Page 105 of Obsessed Heir

I won’t have it.

“Abigail isn’t going to be your goddamn Maiden,” I growl through clenched teeth.

Holly lets out an exasperated sigh. “Barron, be reasonable. We put a lot of work into this project.”

“It’s not gonna fucking happen, Holly.” I rake my fingers through my hair roughly, at a loss as to how to make this woman understand. “I don’t want anybody seeing those pictures.”

The underside of her breasts is on display, mocking me. I flip the images, slamming them on the table. I keep a hand on top of them as if I can erase the sight from my mind.

“Find someone else,” I order.

She glares at me. “Barron, who am I going to get this late in the game?”

“At this point, I don’t give a damn who, but it won’t be her.”

“Are you ready to do this all over again?” Holly’s voice is ripe with annoyance. “As much as you complained about it the first time?”

I grimace. I’d dreaded being dragged into the photo shoot. In part because it was pictures, and the rest because it was with her. But something changed that day.

I had her trapped across my legs when she shattered, and things haven’t been the same since. I can still remember the taste of her arousal on my fingers. She was so goddamn sweet I couldn’t think past the need to sink my cock into that welcoming pussy.

“Barron.” Holly’s voice snaps me out of the memory.

Damn it. I got distracted again. I turn back to Holly.

She glances across the array of photos once more. “I was hoping to get these approved so I could show Abigail before she leaves. Oh, they found?—”

My back stiffens. “Leaves? Where is she going?”

Holly straightens, holding the laundry bag up. In little more than a second, the excitement drains away from her expression. Her shoulders slump as she tucks her chin to her chest.

“Sh-she’s going back to Seattle,” she says, guilt covering her features. “She asked me to help her get a flight. Well”—she tilts her head to one side—“she asked me to get her in touch with Steven?—”

“What the hell?” White-hot rage cuts through me at the mention of the limp-dick asshole who dared to touch her yesterday.

“He’s leaving today,” she continues tentatively. “I suppose this way she won’t have to travel back alone.”

I should have thrown him off the ship when I started to.

“I’ll ask Rhys to fly her out to the airport in his helicopter.” She gestures toward the photos. “After everything she’s done, it’s the least I can do.”

Tightening my jaw, I turn, leaving her standing there. It takes two strides to reach the door and yank it open.

“Barron?” Holly’s a few steps behind me. “Barron, wait.”

Her words fade as the roaring in my ears takes over. The few yards it takes for me to get down the hall and across the suite stretch out to the length of a football field.

Abigail’s too fucking far away, and she’s trying to slip through my fingers.

“Bar-ron!” Holly’s plaintiff cry penetrates the fog surrounding me.

“Get out,” I roar over my shoulder, my patience snapping for the first time in years. “Just get the fuck out.”

Ears ringing, I lengthen my stride, eating up the distance to her door.

Holly’s voice is seared into my brain.She’s flying back to Seattle.

“The fuck she is.”

---