Page 27 of Something Blue

The towel drops to the floor and I flick the covers back, wiggling my naked body beneath the sheets, pulling them up around my chin. The cold shower left me cold. Which I guess was the whole point of it.

My thoughts simmer down as I sit in my bed, cradling my tea mug in my hand and letting the ceramic warm my fingers.

Celso seems hell bent on winning me over. He’s been telling me for years now that I belong to him and one day he’ll make it happen.

I usually brush his comments off, ignoring them or make a joke about them - but lately it’s becomingmore intense and of course, I’ve been enjoying his obsession a little more.

It’s stupid of me, to play with fire like this, but I can’t help it. He makes me feel a certain way that I’m quickly learning is how Iwant to feel.I want a guy to be that into me. Excited to be with me. Determined and forceful.

A thought strikes me.

Out of the blue.

It makes me gasp and freeze in horror.

How far would Celso go to make sure that I become his?

I never took his obsession seriously, but I should have. All this time maybe he wasn’t joking.

What would he be willing to do to have me?

Make my fiancé disappear?

My throat tightens and I can’t even swallow my tea.

I set the mug down and sit up higher in bed. No. I’m being crazy. Celso is my best friend’s brother.

It’s not likehe isn’t capable.

Murder?

I wouldn’t put it past him.

No. This is not helping.

I need to sleep, not get all wild and crazy in my thoughts staying awake for hours unable to process them.

I huff and snuggle down into the bed, pulling the covers over my shoulders.

Go to sleep, Neve.

The constant beat of my phone’s ringtone infiltrates my dreams. For a while it doesn’t register as anything I need to pay attention to. But it won’t stop.

I blink my eyes open and realize it wasn’t a dream, it’s my phone - and it’s still ringing.

In a hurry I reach out to grab it, squinting to see the time. Five AM.

My father.

My father never phones me this early.

“Dad?” I mumble into the phone, my voice croaky with sleep.

“Honey are you awake? His voice was strained and tight. It makes me nervous.

“I am now?” I clear my throat and sit up, rubbing my eyes while my heart races faster, nervous for whatever this call is about.

“Neve, they found Damion.” He says, almost a whisper.

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