Page 92 of Volatile Obsessions

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Restless. Bitter. Deranged.

Those words best described the volatile mess I’d become in the week following Hurricane Glenn. I was living off bourbon and one heaping, unrelenting dose of self-loathing.

I couldn’t sleep.

My appetite was shot to shit.

Pinning Lux to the pool table really was the worst thing I could’ve done for myself. I’d been obsessing about her enough after that first kiss, but now I was completely unhinged.

Enraged at my inability to control myself when it came to her.

Suffering greatly from the worst case of blue balls known to man kind because of it.

I could wank off for hours, spurt jet after jet of my release all over the place, and it did fuck all to sate this deep-rooted, savage need I felt for her.

Because it wasn’t even a want, it was a need.

I needed to have Lux.

I didn’t give a fuck that my own plan was blowing up in my face.

I needed her, and I was going to have her.

One way or another.

She could make it easy and drop the ‘I loathe you’ charade, or brace herself for impact—because I was coming for her.

Which is why when Vic told me we were going to be keeping an eye on her for the evening, I didn’t object.

It wouldn’t be easy to get my hands on her with him present, but I’d figure something out after scoping out the area.

“So how are we doing this?” I asked him as I stepped out of his Rover on Vybe’s lot.

“You’re going in first. Get her attention, keep her engaged, then I’ll check her out.” He said it completely straight-faced, too, slamming shut the driver’s door and coming around to meet me at the front end.

I couldn’t help but laugh, leaning back against the warm grill. “Seriously? We’re at a club, Vic. Do you realize how hard it’s going to be to get her attention, let alone keep it?”

“It’s not a regular club, Rome,” he chuckled, posting up beside me. “During the day, it’s a dance studio, but Friday nights are Play Nights.”

I had to motion for him to continue because I wasn’t familiar with this so-called Play Night.

Vic shrugged, flashing a grin as he locked his vehicle and shoved the fob into the pocket of his jeans. “Good music, drinks, and every so often, the girls show off some of their routines. Lux is quite good.”

His grin widened, but I didn’t miss the side-eye gauging my reaction.

I gave him shit, though.

Outside, I appeared aloof. Uncaring. Unfazed by the knowledge that Lux knew how to work her body.

But inside, I was gaping, twitching at the images flashing through my mind.

“She dances?” I hedged evenly.

“On occasion. One of her best friends owns it. Lux actually bought the place for her when the space went up on the market,” he explained, throwing me for a loop.

“That was generous of her.” I couldn’t hide my surprise.

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