Page 53 of Resurrecting the Enemy
Staring him straight in the face, I said, “If you want to sleep with other people, that’s not really anything I can control, now, is it?”
His head jerked in surprise, but he quickly masked it. “So, you have no problem with your boyfriend fucking other girls?” he asked.
Ignoring the roiling feeling in my stomach, I shrugged. “If that’s what this is, if we’re in an actual relationship, well, it wouldn’t be the first time my boyfriend’s cheated on me, so…”
Something came over his face, but he masked it again, giving me nothing. After a long moment of silence, he said, “You have to know it’s not okay to be dressed like that without me around, right?”
“Why?” I knew the answer, but I was daring him to tell me he didn’t trust me.
His eyes narrowed. “Because I don’t trust that guys aren’t going to be trying to fuck you, dressed like that, unattended.”
“Unattended?” I practically screeched. “I’m not a child, Ramsey.”
“You know what I mean, Lake,” he snapped. “Don’t pretend to be obtuse.”
I cocked my head. “No more than half-naked girls will be throwing themselves at you, looking the way you do, unattended,” I fired back. And, let’s be real here, Ramsey’s costume didn’t matter in this equation. Girls will always be throwing themselves at him, no matter what. Even if he were ugly as sin, his money, family’s reputation, and power were enough to entice most gold-digging vipers. I might have to fend off a couple of guys for one night, but Ramsey will be fending off females forever.
Ramsey leaned back in his chair, his posture casual, but the fire in his eyes was anything but. “There’s not another girl on this planet who is a threat to you, Lake,” he stated as matter of fact. “Half-naked, naked, or otherwise.”
I didn’t comment.
I didn’t believe him, and he knew I didn’t believe him.
We were at a standoff, and the obstacle standing between us was trust. Our relationship hadn’t started out conventional. I didn’t know Ramsey any better than he knew me. We were only two weeks into this thing between us, and while I had no clue as to his past relationship history, we both knew mine, and I had more cause to doubt him than he had to doubt me.
Finally, he said, “Give me your phone.”
“For what?”
“Just give me your fucking phone, Lake,” he snapped, and I unlocked it and handed it to him again. Again, I already knew he could hack into my stuff, so this wasn’t a fight I had the energy for.
However, when I saw his fingers flying over the screen, I asked, “What are you doing?”
“Sending the picture to my phone,” he answered right before giving me back my phone.
“For what?”
“I’m sending Dash that picture and letting him know why we’ll be cutting out of D.J.’s party early to come back to Sands Cove.”
My stomach roiled again. Ramsey was compromising, and I seriously didn’t know what to make of it. Instead, I asked, “Who’s D.J.?”
Still texting Dash, he didn’t bother looking up when he answered, “A family friend.”
Taking the win, I decided to change subjects. “Eden’s not interested in being Dash Marlow’s booty call. There’s no need for him to go to her party.”
Ramsey kept exchanging texts when he replied, “And what makes you think that’s what she’d be?”
I shrugged, but he wasn’t looking at me. “What else would she be?”
His eyes shot my way, and the guy did not look happy. “A word of advice, Lake. Istronglysuggest you and Eden aren’t entertaining anyone of the male variety when we get there Friday night, or shit’s going to get ugly really quickly.”
“Ramsey, it’s a party,” I pointed out. “Of course, we’re going to be socializing and talking with people. Especially, Eden. It’s her party, for Pete’s sake. She’s the hostess.”
Ramsey stood from his chair, walked over to his bed, sat down next to me, and I let out a yelp when he reached over, grabbed me, and planted me on his lap. I was straddling him, and that made me doubly aware that his parents were home.
“What are you doing?” I hissed, trying to wiggle out of his hold, but his hands were damn near digging into my hips.
His eyes glared with seriousness. “We’re going to get something straight here if you want to be able to attend that party without me, Lake.”
