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“Don’t answer that.” His voice whistles through his clenched teeth.

I don’t answer—not because I dread his reaction or because I don’t want to. I don’t answer because I stand and take my purse and say, “Enjoy your evening.”

“Harlow! Harlow!” he yells. His voice gets closer as I walk away. “Sorry.” His hand grips my shoulder and he stops me dead in my tracks. His eyes roaming over my face, down my body before landing on my tits. “Do you want to come back to my place?”

Before this moment, I would have described Harry as a harmless-looking guy, with kind eyes and a nice smile. But he does nothing for me, and now, with his pathetic outburst, I know I can’t even fuck him tonight–or ever.

“Not tonight, maybe another time.” I lie, feigning a yawn.

Harry pecks my cheek before he takes my arm and says, “Then let me be a gent and take you home.”

“Get your fucking hands off her.” A voice behind growls.

A voice I know.

“Fuck off, she’s my date.”

I spin to see Carver, dark hair, storm raging in his gorgeous blue eyes. Eyes that are glaring at Harry’s hand on my arm.

I smile at Carver. He’s like a warrior without paint, as tattoos cover his arms and one side of his neck. He makes Harry gulp at how badass he looks.

“I told you to take your hands off her, because if you don’t, you won’t have hands to touch anyone else with.”

Harry’s hand moves upward, and he gives my shoulder a firm squeeze before releasing his grip and saying, “Do you want to come home with me, Harlow?”

“No, she fucking doesn’t. How stupid are you? Get the hell away from her, or I’m going to fucking end you.”

“Carver...”

“Harlow,” he murmurs, trying not to grit his teeth. The way he says my name as he stares at me so intently makes me shiver.

“Sorry Harry, thanks for the night, but this is my brother and, as you can see, he is pretty possessive,” I say.

Carver growls at my words.

Harry looks so damn disappointed

“Another time,” I lie.

“Next time tell your brother, so he doesn’t interrupt us.”

I’m sure Harry is on a mission to be murdered tonight. Luckily, he takes a step backward.

Once he’s gone, I press my hands on my hips and turn to Carver. “What the hell is this about?”

“I saved you from that dirtbag, darling, so don’t...” he holds his finger in the air. “Tell me off when you left me in New York, wondering what the fuck happened to you.”

Chapter 11

Carver

Her scent is already making me dizzy.

At least now I no longer have to steal glimpses of her every day, whether it be outside her apartment, at the coffee shop, or coming out of work. Now she is mine. This time she'll not escape.

Mine... You’re mine.

She tilts her head to one side, wondering what I'm thinking. I can't think straight, to be honest, not when her scent blankets my entire body.

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