Page 91 of My Sweetest Obsession
“Where are you going, Nico?” my uncle yelled from the top of the stairs.
“To see my girl,” I snarled.
“Do you think it’s a good idea?” he challenged.
“Don’t care,” I shot back, striding through the front door like a tornado.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I barked at Stone the moment I burst into Gigi’s hospital room.
“Doing my job,” he replied, unfazed.
I didn’t bother to look at Gigi; my eyes were locked on Stone’s as if I were conjuring enough power to melt his face off.
“She’s been through enough already and doesn’t need to be questioned,” I asserted.
“The sooner she gives us information, the faster we can catch the bastards who did this,” Stone countered.
“She’sright here,” Gigi snapped, but I remained focused firmly on the jerk in front of me.
Stone turned to Gigi. “Don’t hesitate to call if you remember anything.” He attempted to sidestep me to offer his card to Gigi, but I blocked his path to my girl.
Standing tall, he left the card on the table. “Take care of yourself, Gigi.”
“Thank you,” she replied.
Once he was gone, Gigi let out a frustrated sigh. “What are you doing here, Nico?”
I slowly turned my heated gaze toward the woman on the bed, who looked more ethereal than ever.
“Don’t give me that look,” she rolled her eyes. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You let him into this room,” I responded sharply.
“You don’t get to decide what I can or can’t do. So back off.”
I closed the distance between us, capturing her chin firmly between my fingers. “Not a chance.”
I delivered a commanding kiss on her lips that took her breath away before leaving the room.
It had been two hours since I last tasted my angel.
I paced the hall outside Gigi’s room like a caged animal. I knew she needed space, but the longer I waited, the more I felt like I was going to explode.
“Fuck this,” I spat under my breath, not able to stand there any longer. I pushed the door open and stepped into the room.
The moment I stepped inside, I heard the melody of a piano and violin rendition of “Someone You Love” playing in the background. Behind the curtain that separated us, she lay on herside, facing the window. Her dark hair spilled over the pillow like a river.
I stood there for a moment, a lump forming in my throat. I could only watch her, yearning to reach out, to pull her into my arms and erase the distance between us. But I had betrayed her without a chance for explanation, and now she was lost to me.
“Are you going to stand there like a creep?” Her soft voice made my heart capitulate.
“You can still feel me?” I replied, forcing a smirk to mask my desperation.
“Yep.” Just one word, heavy with unspoken pain.
“Even when you hate me?” I took a tentative step closer, my pulse quickening.
“Even when I hate you.”
