Page 84 of Volatile Obsessions

Was the first thing she questioned me about when we followed Marco and his mates into what appeared to be Roman’s home office.

I brushed it off, promised I’d tell her later. This wasn’t the time or place for me to come clean about that. Not when Roman’s stare was striking me from across the room.

I felt it long before I even saw him. Tried to avoid it, to avoid him, but the pull was too strong, like a beacon in the night.

My eyes moved of their own free will, tangling with those piercing blue orbs. They were an intimidatingly icy shade beneath his cinched brows.

Another breath escaped me.

I held in what little air remained within my lungs and forced myself to hold his stare, too, adamant on squaring him off. On seeming unaffected.

But the flashback hit me in double time, more vivid and louder than ever before.

Wet mouths.

Frantic hands.

Dueling tongues.

I nearly went weak at the knees as my core clenched, betraying me in the worst way possible. All I could think was I had to get out of there.

I knew Ramsey was going to unload a whole new set of questions on me, but so be it.

Anything was better than this inferno of crazy.

Everything following me dragging Ramsey out of the office was one gigantic, tipsy rollercoaster of emotions I’d barely remember later.

I did, however, remember chugging two beers in succession.

I remembered Ramsey yanking me into the powder room after the fact.

I remembered her texting Suki and filling her in on what was happening in her absence.

I remembered her bitching like the mama bear she often could be.

And I, unfortunately, remembered stumbling back out into the hallway, right as Roman was trailing down it’s length with a woman on his arm.

Which brings us to now…

2am.

The storm was going at full force and the power had officially gone out. All you could hear was the rain pattering against the window and the palm fronds slapping about with the terrifying howl of the wind.

It was much worse than I’d been anticipating despite the warning over the last week, and as a result, I couldn’t sleep. Ramsey, on the other hand, laid passed out beside me on the couch.

I kept going back to Roman sauntering down the hall with that girl’s hand in his grasp. The sight of them together filled me with instant jealousy, jealousy he caught onto clear as day.

The way he looked at me when he passed by confirmed it.

Satisfaction.

Triumph.

Just the thought resurfaced the green-eyed monster with a vengeance. Throwing the pillow over my face, I groaned aloud in irritation. What the hell was wrong with me?

Why was I acting so ridiculous?

Why was I letting him affect me like this?

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