Page 28 of Obsessing Over His Favorite
He didn’t budge.
His hand slid to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her in with forceful urgency. Then, without warning, he spun her around and tossed her onto the bed. The mattress gave under her weight just as he climbed over her, closing the distance in an instant.
His mouth crashed onto hers—hot, demanding, and urgent. His kiss wasn’t gentle. It was wild, his lips bruising against hers as if trying to claim what he thought was his. His breath came fast against her skin.
Then his lips left hers, trailing down her jawline with a heat that made her shudder. He moved lower, kissing a path along her neck, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin. She gasped when his teeth grazed her collarbone, a soft bite that sent a jolt through her chest.
His lips returned to the sensitive spot just below her ear, and he sucked lightly, breathing her in. The warm drag of his tongue and the sting of his teeth left her stunned, her body caught between protest and pleasure.
“Stop it!” she gasped, her voice cracking as she shoved against his chest with trembling hands.
But he didn’t listen.
His mouth moved back to hers again, more forceful this time—his tongue sliding past her lips before she could pull away.
She gasped, her body going rigid as she pushed at him with all her strength.
He finally drew back.
He hovered above her, breathing hard, eyes locked onto hers. Rage. Frustration. Something darker flashed across his face.
With an impatient, harsh breath, he climbed off her, his chest rising and falling as he stepped back, leaving her on the bed, shaken and breathless.
She followed, breathing hard, and sat up—her face flushed, hair a mess—as she looked up, meeting his burning gaze.
“I need you to stop creating problems out of jealousy, Emily,” he said coldly. “I don’t have the time or the patience to keep cleaning up these messes. I already have enough on my plate running my business. I can’t keep doing this.”
He turned around, grabbed his phone off the dresser, and muttered, “I’ll take care of the photos. But after this, I don’t want to see anything like this ever again.”
With that, he stormed out of the room.
Emily sat on the edge of the bed, breathing hard, her fingers pressing against her aching shoulder. He hadn’t gripped her long, but it was enough to aggravate the injury.
She let out a shaky breath.
Her gaze flicked to the closed door.
‘It’s really clear now. I’m not in love with him anymore. Even after five years together, I don’t feel anything for him now,’ she thought, her heart slowing even as her mind raced.
‘What the hell did he do to me that was so bad I forgot everything about him completely?’
Emily stood up from her seat, her gaze wandering restlessly around the room. ‘What did I do before I lost my memories? Did I have any money saved at all?’ Her brows furrowed deeply.
She reached over to the bedside table, grabbed her phone, and quickly opened her bank app. Scrolling through, she froze at the balance.
Only two thousand dollars. That was it.
“Two thousand? Are you kidding me?” she hissed, staring hard at the small number. ‘He keeps calling me evil, accusing me of all sorts of things... but why the hell don’t I have a single damnpenny saved? Five years together, and I don’t even have five thousand dollars?!’
She let out a frustrated huff and tossed the phone onto the bed. Turning away, she headed toward the closet.
The bedroom had separate closets—one side for Lucas, the other for her. Rows of beautiful dresses and shoes filled her section, but none of it felt hers anymore.
She rifled through hers, searching for anything she might have stored away over those five years. As she moved down to the shoe closet, something caught her eye—a small suitcase tucked under a pile of clothes.
She pulled it out, brushing the clothes aside, and spotted a torn photograph resting on top. It was a picture of her and Lucas, ripped into pieces. Next to it lay a crumpled note, scribbled hastily:
“I don’t want to see you ever again. Let’s break up.”
