Page 111 of Volatile Obsessions

Roman:I’ll meet you anywhere.

Me:Your spot. Half hour.

Roman:I’ll be there.

Shit.

What the hell had I just gotten myself into?

Flying off the couch, I raced down the hallway to my room and scrambled into the closet like a lunatic. I’d gone from zero to one-hundred in seconds flat. Completely frazzled, I couldn’t find anything to wear, mostly because everything I had was either too provocative or what I wore to work.

Storming back into my room, I ripped through my dresser and decided to go with black sweatpants. A simple white t-shirt. I threw my hair up in a messy bun, too, and kept my face as make-up free as possible.

Small wing, a bit of mascara, and a nude lippie.

I was out the door shortly after that, nervously sliding into the G-class.

If Suki and Ramsey found out I was doing this, they’d hold it against me forever. I still hadn’t heard the end of the Vybe ordeal or Halloween.

Twenty minutes later, I made it to the top of the Panorama, my steps much quieter in my Converse joggers than in my usual heels.

I was so quiet Rome didn’t notice me until I was mere feet away from him.

That sly grin tilted up one corner of his mouth as he pivoted toward me. “Hi there.”

“Hi.” I smiled weakly in return, trying not focus on the fact he was wearing those gray sweatpants again.

“You alright?” he asked.

The question caught me off guard, cocking my head backwards just slightly. “Yeah, why?”

Rome chuckled and motioned to where I stood. “You said we needed to talk.

“Oh, yeah.” Fucking relax, Lux. “It won’t take long.”

“I’m not worried about that. I’ve got time.”

I felt my cheeks heat in slight embarrassment. “Shall we sit then?”

Nodding, Rome sunk down against the ledge and patted the spot beside him. “Shall we smoke?”

“Please,” I stressed, dropping down beside him, leaving a somewhat safe distance between us. “It’s been a hell of a long few weeks.”

“I’m going to take a guess I have something to do with it?” he asked, pulling out a small pipe and a ziplock bag with at least three grams of bud from his pocket.

“Yes and no.”

“How does that work? It’s either yes or no.”

I didn’t know how to answer.

He’d already sworn to me the stalker was very much real and not just a ploy to get me alone, but Phantom 2.0 was no where to be found…

“Were you truly honest about the stalker?” I blurted out, keeping my eyes on what he was doing rather than him.

“I told you that night at Vybe—yes. Why?”

“My boys can’t seem to find him or any information about him.”

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