Page 91 of Tamed By You

I brush past him, but he steps in front of me, his large muscular frame blocking me.

“If you think I’m going to let you walk out of here and watch you leave with some scumbag, you are out of your damn mind.”

“Well, unfortunately, you don't get a say in what I do, so move.” I try to shove him but he doesn't budge.

“Harry, move,” I demand.

“No… not till you tell me what going on with you.”

“There's nothing going on. I got bored of you. It ran its course. End of, move on.”

I reach for the door handle just as his large hand grips my shoulder, spinning me to face him and then he presses me against the door.

We are nose to nose, our breathing ragged. My body aches to be held by him. I need him to touch me, but I can't let myself let him. I need to let him go.

“If you believe the crap that just came out of your mouth or expect me to, then you really do have a problem.”

He moves closer, our lips just a breath apart. My eyes flutter shut as I inhale his spicy scent. I press my thighs together to suppress the dull throb between my legs. The need for him nearing on painful.

“You and I will never be done. Do you hear me? You and I are more than sex. I know it, you know it, so whatever bullshit you are feeding yourself, stop it, because this isn't close to being over.”

“Please…” It comes out as a whimper. I blink and a lone tear falls down my cheek. “Please, just let me go.”

His forehead leans against mine; his chest pressing into mine and I want to wrap my arms around him. Instead, I brace my hands either side of me, digging my nails into the hard wood of the door.

“I can't let you go.” His words are barely a whisper as he brushes his nose with mine. I stare at the floor because if I look at him, look into those deep blue eyes, I’ll crumble. I’ll fall into his arms, and I’ll never want to let go.

“Well, you're going to have to.” I shove against him, and he steps back.

I open the door and flee down the corridor, pushing through the back exit to the alley. I clutch the wall, my legs unsteady, pressing my forehead to the rough brick wall. An unbearable pain sears into my gut. One so bad it brings me to my knees. I slide against the brick wall, grazing my palms as I do. It hurt more than I thought it would to see him. To have him just inches away and not touch him. It was more unbearable than I could imagine.

I let myself cry, wiping the tears from my cheeks. Taking a few shaky breaths. I need something to get rid of this agony that’s suffocating me. Rising to my feet, I head back into the club, in search of a drink and someone who can make me forget and treat me how I feel right now… like I’m worthless.

Chapter Forty-One

Harry

“Ali… hey, hey where are you going with her?” I yell as the same asshole from earlier holds a very inebriated Ali.

“Hey dude, don’t worry, she’s all good,” he slurs, swaying on his own feet.

Ali giggles. She’s off her face, barely standing and this sleaze has his hands all over her.

“The fuck she is.” I wrap an arm round Ali, and she throws her head back and cackles.

“Oooh, is someone jealous?” she teases.

“Hey man, go find your own girl. She’s mine.”

I grab the guy by the collar. “There is a special place in hell for men like you. I don't want to see you in my club again.” I let him go with a heavy shove. I take Ali by the hand, guiding her back, pushing past the crowds as they leave.

She’s all over the place. Swaying on her heels so badly that I’m surprised she hasn’t rolled her ankle.

I slam my office door shut. “Sit there. I’m locking up and taking you home.”

She sits on my desk, kicking her legs back and forth. “Uhhmmm, no you're not. I need something and you can’t give it to me.”

“Really? And what’s that?” I say dryly, shrugging on my jacket and adjusting the collar of my shirt.

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