Page 18 of Ruthless Obsession
I glance across the room at the woman’s sad eyes.
“Because she asked to patch me up earlier.”
“Oh, so now all your women are going to hate me.” Sophie lifts a brow at me before meeting Jennifer’s gaze.
“You have nothing to worry about. I’m just his captive. He’s using me as a bargaining chip to get back at my boyfriend. I mean ex-boyfriend.”
Jennifer smiles like she has a chance with me.
“Don’t do that,” I order.
Sophie wraps the bandage around my arm.
“You shouldn’t have given the woman false hope. I told you, you’re mine now.”
My eyes move over her outfit again.
“And why do you have on this skimpy outfit?”
“It’s summer, Mavis.”
I shrug off my cut, then tug my shirt over my head. Sophie’s eyes roam the tattoos covering my chest, abs, and arms. I shove the t-shirt over her head.
“This is unnecessary, Mavis.” She shoves her arms through the sleeves.
I slam my palm on the bar before I shrug on my cut.“No one stares at Sophie. She’sfucking mine.”
“Stop telling them that!” she snaps.
The prospects around us chuckle and turn back to their drinks.
“Ruthless, drink your whiskey,” Squid says trying to calm me down.
I gulp half the whiskey.
“Did you order food?” I ask her.
“Yes, don’t worry I told them to charge it to my kidnapper.”
I palm my face briefly then stare at her like the creeper she called me earlier.
She’s the kind of woman who has no idea how beautiful she is. I’ve told these assholes not to look at her, but they can’t stop staring at her. When they least expect it they’ll pay for looking at her.
Sophie’s long hair is thrown over one shoulder resting on her breast. It’s impossible not to stare into her beautiful brown eyes. Those lips. Fuck those pouty lips. I need to taste them now. I rein in my desire for this woman because after all she’s a virgin.
I turn away because all I want to do is take her back to my room and jack off in front of her.
To get my mind off her I carry on a random conversation with Squid. I smile inside because she can’t stop staring at me either.
“Ruthless,” I hear my name shouted behind me.
Shit. The twins.
Sophie brings her burger to her lips just as she peeks at the women.
“Of course they have fake boobs,” Sophie mumbles with a smirk.
“Hello, Krisa. Melissa.” I grin tightly.
