Page 31 of Echoes of Obsession

“Well, alright,” I smile. “I have four more questions first.”

Ghost, still kneeling next to Sky, turns and looks up at me.

“Hit me,” he says.

“Okay, question one. Are you going to be the one fighting?”

“Negative,” he says. “I don’t often fight. I just pay the ones who do. Second question.”

“Alright. What happens if I have a seizure while we’re there?”

“Then, I’ll take care of you, babe,” he says seriously. “Next question.”

“What if people see?” I ask shyly.

“What if they see what?” he asks, confused. “You have a seizure?”

“Me,” I admit softly. “What if they see that you’re there with me?”

“Careful, Snow,” he says. “I’ll take you to the center of the cage and claim that mouth of yours where they all can see. As a matter of fact, that sounds like a smart idea. I don’t want those mother fuckers thinking you’re free game. Third question.”

Oh my.

“Uhm, okay. Can we take Sky inside the box with us? I guess that should have been the first question, huh?”

“Sky will always be with us no matter where we go,” he says. “No exceptions. What’s your last question, baby.”

“Forget about it,” I say quickly. “I only had three questions. Are we leaving now? I just need to put my meds in Sky’s harness, get some kibble, and change into my safe underwear.”

Kill me now.

Standing, I rush to the kitchen and fill up the treat bag with kibble. Arms wrap around my waist from behind and pull me flat against a very hard chest. Ghost’s hands rub my round stomach and even squeeze my fat as if it’s the best thing he’s ever felt.

I’m so dang confused.

“What was your last question, babe?” he asks roughly.

“It was nothing,” I breathe. “Silly, even.”

“Amara,” he growls.

Shocked, I turn in his arms and look into his eyes. “You’ve never called me by my name,” I say. “I thought I was your Snow. I like being your Snow.”

“What was your last question, baby,” he whispers, kissing my forehead in a move so sweet that I might just die.

Sighing, I hide my face against his chest and just ask that damn question.

“Am I your only woman? And, if I’m truly yours, does that mean you’re mine? Only mine?”

Ghost tightens his hold on me for a few seconds before pulling away and looking into my eyes. I know he can see how worried and embarrassed I am. I don’t want to sound needy, but I can’t even wrap my head around what’s happening between us, let alone filter my own emotions.

“I am yours, and you are mine,” he says. “You sealed both of our fates the moment you walked into my club.”

This man is going to break my heart. I know it as easily as I know I’ll have another seizure. But I push those thoughts aside and accept the hand that Ghost holds out.

I know how this will end, but for the first time in my life, I don’t care. Ghost may be lying about his interest in me, but I’m still going to play along until the end.

I’m sure that makes me a lonely, pathetic loser, but I can’t live on ‘what-ifs’ no matter how scary the outcome seems.

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