Page 56 of Fanatic

“You fancied me? That was the reason?” Fanatic questioned, and I understood his meaning. Was I jealous because I was attracted to him or wanted more?

“No. Yeah, I was attracted, but that wasn’t the reason for jealousy.”

“What was?” Fanatic pushed.

“Because you’re mine.”

The air left Fanatic’s lungs in a whoosh. “And Grey?”

“I love Grey, Fanatic. Grey was my world, but that was destroyed,” I replied honestly.

“Understood,” Fanatic said and looked down.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t find a new love. There’s room in my heart for someone else. You took me by surprise. I loved you as my best friend, but I feel more. I don’t love you like you do me. Not yet. But there’s a possibility of that happening.”

“Then we take shit slowly. Our friendship came first, Willow, and that needs to remain the priority. What just happened doesn’t happen again until we’re both sure. Because if I have you, I’ll never let you go. It would break me to set you free for someone else to love if I’ve been inside you.”

“Fair enough. No more dates, Fanatic. I’m an incredibly jealous and possessive woman.”

“Goes for you too. Get out and get dressed before I forget what we just agreed. Willow, tomorrow is date night. I’ll ask Gladys to babysit. And we’re taking my bike.”

“Fine,” I said and stood up. My nipples were rock hard with how close I was to him, and my pussy was sobbing for Fanatic’s touch. It wouldn’t take much to break Fanatic’s control; shucking my robe would do that. But I wouldn’t push. I didn’t want to ruin what was growing.

Fanatic

I opened the door and saw Gladys looking puzzled. Danny cooed and reached for me as Gladys looked up. Her expression cleared as Gladys took in my face.

“Ah, good, you’ve released some of that tension. Phewy, those sparks were burning hotter than the devil’s own bonfire.”

“Gladys,” I chided, and Gladys grinned.

“What’s that?” she questioned, gesturing towards a white box on the step, tied with a black ribbon. I tensed and swore.

“Take Danny inside,” I ordered.

Glady looked surprised at my tone, but my expression gave away that I wasn’t messing about. Carefully, I grabbed a stick lying on the grass and used it to pull the bow open. The smell hit before I even opened the box.

“Shit,” I hissed and stepped back. I yanked my phone out and made a call.

“Hello?”

“Lio, it’s Fanatic, need you to come to mine. Willow’s got a problem.”

“I’m free now, that okay?” Lio replied.

I shot him the address and hung up. A noise made me glance up, and I saw Willow standing there, staring.

“What’s inside?” she asked.

“Not sure. The smell was bad enough. Let’s go in, babe. Lio’s on the way,” I explained.

“Fanatic, I’m FBI, I can deal with this shit.”

“Yeah. Great, you’ve got bigger balls than most men. But you’re the fuckin’ target, which means you can’t interfere in what is going to become an active investigation. Otherwise, you’ll fuck the case up, and the DA won’t prosecute.”

Willow had the grace to look sheepish. “Sorry, I thought you were protecting me.”

“Like that would work. Try asking next time because I’ve never denigrated you as a woman. Show a little respect,” I said, stung.

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