Page 59 of Shadowed Obsession

Ah. Period.

Do you need anything?

Nah. I need more sleep.

And pain relievers, but I’ve got some.

Dare

Take all the time you need, Sis.

We shall go on.

Thanks. I love you.

Dare

I love you too. I’ll call later.

Darius must’ve been onto something when he threatened to place me on a temporary leave, because my cycle heard him and said, “bet.”

For once, my curtains are shut, and I couldn’t be more thankful. It’s dark enough in here that it looks like it’s nighttime, and that’s exactly what I need to go back to sleep. If I’m not working from home, the least I can do is catch up on sleep and my latest read.

Before I forget, I list the groceries I’ll need to restock on to get through the next few days. And set a reminder to order takeout, because I am not cooking. I roll over, yanking the blankets over my head, and drift off to sleep.

A pumping heartbeatsounds in my left ear, waking me up. Scar’s cologne envelops me, and I’m convinced I’m still asleep, but I blink my eyes open to find that I’m lying on his chest. A large hand rests on my lower back, the other holding my e-reader.

The title atop the screen reveals it’s a why choose novel. One of thefilthiestones in my possession, and here he is just eating it up. I’m a why choose girlie, and have no shame about it.

My eyes trail downward, and the outline of a thick erection steals my attention. Averythick erection. In gray sweatpants.

Of course, his dick is big. It better had been with his fucking attitude.

While this isn’t the worst sight to wake up to, I am not in the mood for his antics and prefer to be left alone as much as possible during my time of the month.

Curiosity overtakes me, and I try to peek without moving my head, hoping to sneak a glance at an unmasked Scar, but no luck.

What is up with the mask? I doubt he’s unattractive, so what is he hiding?

I break the comfortable silence, glancing up as my head rests upon his chest. “Scar, why are you here?” I ask, sleepily.

When his whiskey eyes return my gaze, there’s a softness in them that makes me feel less annoyed that he’s broken into my house yet again. Let him tell it, he’s a guest.

He’s a charming pain in my ass.

“First off, I have ten minutes left in this chapter, and they’re about to fuck,” he says, seriousness in his tone. “She hasthreeholes and there arefiveguys,” he informs me, using his fingers to emphasize each number, and I resist the urge to laugh. “I’m invested and need to know how this is going to work.”

“I can assure you they make it work and it’sveryhot.”

“No spoilers,” he scolds. “Secondly, good morning to you, too. Thirdly, you didn’t text me backorgo to work. Then I saw you nearly broke your neck on the stairs, so I rushed over to check on you, but you were sleeping.”

I stare incredulously at him, unsure of how to respond.

“And lastly, I washedandspot treated your sheets. They’re in the dryer now. Groceries and takeout are on the way.De nada,” he adds.

“Gracias.”

“I could teach you better Spanish than that, but you’d have to be a good girl, and you’re not,” he teases, booping my nose.

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