Page 147 of Volatile Obsessions

Wash my hands fast enough.

All I could think about was the tsunami that was about the go down the second we stormed through the doors of my flat. I whimpered a little as I pulled a paper towel from the dispenser on the wall.

The drive home was going to fucking kill me.

A quick scan over my reflection and I was off, squeezing the shit out of my clutch in anticipation.

But as I emerged from the hallway into the main room, I tripped over my feet and stopped short at what I walked in on.

Lilac—one of Rome’s hurricane sluts.

She was all over him, standing between his legs, her arms around his neck. I couldn’t see his face, but I could see hers, and I recognized the fire in her eyes.

It’s the same fire that had burned within my own just seconds prior.

I watched fiercely for several moments, my blood boiling, but when he made no move to fend her off, I’d had enough. I couldn’t watch anymore.

I wasn’t even going to bother confronting them.

Didn’t have the energy for that.

Not to mention, I’d likely beat her to a pulp, and I wasn’t looking to walk out of here in cuffs.

So, I retreated slowly instead. Walked right out the front doors without a glance back to my G-Class.

Once I was behind the wheel, I pulled out my phone and sent Rome a quick text.

The last text I’d be sending him for the night, too, and possibly tomorrow as well, depending on how I felt after a night’s rest.

This was Lux Mercier in all her petty glory, people.

Me: I’d say I’m surprised, but I should’ve known better. Hope you and Lilac have a wonderful evening. x

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