Page 37 of Reaper
I think that’s the point.
His nostrils flare as he glares at her. When he takes a step in her direction, I grip his face, bringing his attention back to me. “Stay with me. Don’t focus on her. Keep your eyes on me.”
He takes a couple of deep breaths, but he doesn’t remove his gaze from mine. Some of the darkness dissipates from his eyes, as he nods.
I look at the woman while he’s somewhat calm as she glares daggers at me. “Please just go.”
“Bitch, you don’t…”
I grab him again when he goes after her. “Don’t, Logan.”
“Get the fuck out, Lila,” he says with pure venom dripping from every word. “Before I fucking kill you!”
“Me!” she screeches. “You’re throwing me out?”
Does this woman have a death wish?
“You know what? Fuck you, Reaper!” she screams when she sees nothing will change his mind. “You bastard! You’ll pay for this.”
When she rushes out the door, I release a breath and the tension flooding his body dissolves.
“You alright?”
He pinches the bridge of his nose, his eyes are tightly shut, before he rakes a hand down his face. “Sorry about that.”
“No need to apologize to me. It’s not like we’re together, Logan. You’re free to be with whoever you’d like.”
The words, though true, burn like acid on my tongue, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Jealousy ran hot through me as soon as the beautiful redhead demolished our little bubble of peace we created for ourselves. Although I have no right to be jealous of anyone, I can’t help the way I feel.
“She’s just one of the girls who can’t take the fucking hint.”
“What does she mean you can’t do things to me that you do to her?”
His nostrils flare before he pinches the bridge of his nose again. Then he looks at me.
“I like to do certain things during sex.”
Curiosity flares inside me.
“And you did those things with her?”
“What the fuck is going on?” King shouts from the threshold of the door before he can respond. “Lila’s downstairs raising hell.”
Of course she is.
“Keep her the fuck away from Paris and from me King, or I swear I’ll fucking kill her.”
King narrows his eyes and all I want to do is hide from his glare.
“Church in ten,” he says, then leaves, slamming the door behind him.
I release a breath, flopping down on the bed. “He really doesn’t like me. I’m sorry I’ve caused all these problems, Logan.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it, Paris. I could have walked away. I chose to help you. And don’t worry about King. He’s a fucking hypocrite, and a bastard to everyone who isn’t his wife, including me. So don’t take it personal.”
“But…”
“But nothing. This is on me, not you.” He takes a deep breath and releases it. “I’ve got to go. I shouldn’t be too long. Stay here and I’ll have one of the prospects bring you something to eat.”
