Page 22 of Vow of Obsession

“Are you sure about that? You didn’t belong to anyone else tonight?”

His brows pull together. “I was with my brothers tonight.”

“Working.” I roll my eyes. “Let me pass.”

“Do you know where I was this evening, little mouse?” I don’t respond because I realize the pile of crap I have now stepped in.I should have no clue where he was tonight or any night, for that matter. Warren was right. I shouldn't even ask.

“It’s the night before your wedding. I’ve heard stories about men and strip clubs or whatever.” I shrug my shoulders, trying to pretend I don’t care.

“I was at a brothel.” He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him. “Bourbon Street.”

Marks had already told me, but hearing it from him hurts so much more. I try to push on his chest, but it’s useless. “Let me finish.”

“No!” I fight harder, not only against his hold on me but also the way my body naturally is drawn to him. Although mad, I know being this close to him somehow still manages to weaken my resolve. I have to keep reminding myself that I need to keep some distance between us.

“Yeah, you're really scared of me,” Warren mutters as my feet leave the ground. He lifts me up higher so we’re eye level, my feet dangling a good foot off the ground. “I went there to beat the shit out of someone for hurting one of the girls.”

“Okay.”

“That’s all I did.”

“Really?” I scoff.

“What is it you think I did, little mouse?” I narrow my eyes at him. Is he fighting a smirk? Does he think him betraying me is a joke? That I’m a joke?

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Any humor he had in his expression melts away. Did I go too far? Too bad. I may have to fall in line and marry him, but I don’t have to keep my mouth shut.

“You’re jealous.” That sexy little smirk of his chooses to make an appearance, only heightening my agitation.

“Maybe I would rather not catch an STD.”

“I promise you. That will not be an issue.”

“You’re maddening, you know that?”

“I do tend to have that effect on people.”

“Can you put me down now?”

“I didn’t touch anyone.”

“Except that man you beat up?”

“I suppose you have me there, little mouse.” I should let it go at that, but I can’t help myself.

“Did they touch you?”

“Tova.” He softens to me. I can feel it throughout his body. “I have never touched any of the girls who work there. I never would, and they know better than to even try it.” I search his face, hoping he’s telling me the truth. He doesn’t have a reason to lie. No matter what, I’ll be walking down the aisle to him come tomorrow.

“Really? Never?”

“You believe I go there often?”

“I don’t know. I just thought, well, men?—”

“I’m not like a lot of men, and I don’t mean because of who I am.”

“Then what do you mean?” I stop fighting him. My hands come to rest on his shoulders. He keeps me tight in his hold, my feet still dangling. "Tell me. I'm going to be your wife tomorrow. Give me something, Warren."

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