Page 51 of Divine Obsession

There must’ve been something seriously wrong with me in order to be attracted to the real him.

I was still glaring at him, hands fisted under the desk, when he rested his elbows back on the table and propped his chin on one hand.Watching me. Like a puzzle.

“Missed you in class today. Was it because of me?”

“Not everything revolves around you.”

“So itwasbecause of me,” He drawled, leaning in closer just to annoy me. “Should’ve known I had that much power over you.”

I actually laughed. “You wish.”

“I’m just curious –wow, your notes are…obsessive– is this your way of coping with me? Coding until you forget I exist?”

I felt the anger curling its way through my veins. I was just about to open my mouth and give him a piece of my mind –when it hit me.

And I remembered how I solved the code he couldn’t, all those weeks ago.

“You hate losing.”

Trevor’s jaw clicked before he turned to look at me. And I knew I had him.

“That’s why this bugs you so much. You can’t figure me out, and it’s driving you crazy.”

“That right?”

This time, it was me who leaned in closer. “Mhm. Whole time, I got you figured out since day one. You’re not that complicated. You’re just another arrogant jerk who thinks he’s better than everyone else.”

He smirked. “Iambetter. And you hate that I know it.”

“Maybe. But I’m not the one obsessing over it.” With one swift move, I placed my laptop in my pink Birkin and stood, giving him my sweetest smile. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get to class and solve more codesyoucan’t.”

Trevor ran his tongue over his teeth before rubbing a hand over his sinful smirk.

Walking away, I threw a parting phrase over my shoulder.

“See you around,playboy.”

This time, it was Trevor who skipped Davis’ class.

Chapter 13

Present

THE NYPD SMELLED THE SAME as it always did when I came in for the past five or so months – coffee, cheap cologne, and something metallic I couldn’t place. It made my stomach turn, but I pushed the feeling away as I entered the station.

I didn’t bother to wait for anyone to acknowledge me. All the cops knew me by now. The girl in pink heels, who showed up like clockwork every week, demanding answers no one seemed to have.

Since the last time I’d shown up like this, they’d placed a new front desk in homicide. I squinted at the buzz-cut’s name tag.Officer Kendrick.

“Natalia, I assume?” When I nodded, he continued, “Chief Johnson’s in a meeting.”

“He’s always in a meeting,” I shot back. My white fur coat – a statement piece I’d splurged on last week – waved slightly as I leaned against the counter. “Get him. Or I’ll get him myself.”

Kendrick hesitated only for a moment, before pushing a buzzer under his desk that unlocked a door to my side, allowing me to enter the hallway. “Second office on the left.”

“Thank you,” I replied, my tone sharper than I intended.

As I walked down the hall, I felt the familiar tightness in my chest. I’d done this too many times. Sat in that stuffy office and heard the same dead-end answers too much to count.

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