Page 84 of Obsessing Over His Favorite
He tilted his head and began kissing down her neck, his hand sliding slowly over her waist and hip, moving with intimate ease.
She sucked in a breath and shoved at his shoulders. “Lucas—stop.”
But he didn’t. His mouth trailed softly along her throat, lips grazing just below her ear.
She shoved harder this time, planting both palms against his chest and forcing him back, catching him off guard. He fell onto his back with a grunt, landing in a tangle of sheets.
Before he could react, she slipped out from under him and jumped to her feet, hair tousled, chest rising in frustration. Her hands curled into fists at her sides.
“I told you to get out of my house,” she snapped, pointing to the door.
Lucas didn’t budge. He rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one hand, elbow on the pillow. His gaze trailed over her, amused and utterly unbothered.
“You were moaning just five seconds ago, Emily,” he said lazily, his voice low and edged with heat. “You don’t actually want me to leave. You can act cold all you want, but I know you. You can’t pretend with me.”
She huffed in disbelief and stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
***
Emily stormed out of the house, her purse slung aggressively over one shoulder, hair bouncing as she walked with tight, clipped steps. Just as she reached the gate, Lucas stepped in front of her, blocking her path with maddening ease.
She stopped, jaw clenched. “You’re still here?” she snapped. “How many times do I have to say it—I don’t want to see you. Leave.”
She tried to sidestep him, but he caught her wrist. His grip was firm but not rough.
“I’ll drop you at the office,” he said smoothly, nodding toward the sleek black car idling at the curb. “I’ve been waiting out here for you.”
She yanked her hand back. “I don’t want you to drop me. You can go deal with your own life. Don’t you have anything else to do?”
“No, not at the moment,” he answered, just as calmly. “Right now, you are my only priority.”
Before she could resist further, he pulled the door open and gently nudged her inside the car.
“Lucas—stop. I can go by myself.”
“If you don’t get in, I’m coming to your office to stay with you all day.”
His eyes locked onto hers, calm but deadly serious. She could tell he wasn’t bluffing.
Grinding her teeth, she gave up and slid into the seat. The driver started the engine. Lucas climbed in beside her and immediately reached for her hand. He laced his fingers through hers.
She jerked her hand, trying to pull away. He held tighter.
She sighed and leaned away, staring out the window. The car sped through Manhattan, and not a single word was spoken. But his grip on her hand didn’t loosen once.
When the car stopped in front of her office, she didn’t wait. She threw the door open and bolted out. But before she could get far, Lucas caught up and grabbed her wrist again just as she reached the entrance, spinning her around to face him.
His brows furrowed slightly now, more serious. “I’ll pick you up this evening.”
“No, you won’t,” she looked at him with sheer exhaustion in her eyes. “Lucas,we’ve broken up. I’ve told you a hundred times—why can’t you hear me? You’re not my boyfriend anymore. You don’t get to drop me off. You don’t get to pick me up. You’re not part of my life.”
“We haven’t broken up,” he said without missing a beat. “You still love me.”
She pulled her hand from his grip, breathing hard. “I don’t love you. I don’t even remember loving you.”
Lucas stepped closer. “That’s just the amnesia talking,” he said. “Once your memories come back, you’ll remember how much you loved me. It’ll all come back.”
She scoffed, disbelief dripping from every word. “So you really think if my memories returned, I’d still love you like that? Like the blind girl from five years ago, who saw nothing beyond you? The girl who was more an inconvenience to you than someone you truly loved?”
