Page 18 of Deadly Obsession
“Tell the whole room, why don’t you!” I huff. “And it’s called a one-night stand for a reason.”
“Do all your one-night stands give you multiple orgasms? Do they fuck you until your eyes cross and your brain stops working? Isn’t that what you said to me after the fifth round?”
The shock of running into Elias battles with lust. My cunt remembers every inch of that man; the way it stretched around his cock as he pounded into me, his strong hands as they held my hips, and his greedy mouth on my lips, my throat, my clit.
“Is this the unbelievably earth-shattering mindless sex guy you told me about that you met at a club in Brooklyn a few weeks ago?” Noah asks.
I narrow my eyes at my best friend, and she counters with a raised brow.
She said that—out loud—on purpose.
I glance at Elias, and his chest puffs with pride. He smirks, the asshole.
“You mean the clubIown? Underground Park Slope?”
“Yes! That’s the one!” Noah giggles. “Oh, Sage... after what you told me... why would you ever deny yourself another night with The Boss?”
“The Boss?” Del asks, clearly amused by the drama.
“Yes, why, Sage?” Elias locks eyes on me, but I refuse to look at him because I know the moment I stare into those pools of blue, I’ll want to fall into his arms and beg for forgiveness for leaving him.
Not to mention how fucking handsome he is tonight. He’s wearing a black suit that fits his large chest and beefy arms like a glove. Underneath is a red dress shirt with a matching pocket square and a black tie. He’s clean shaven, and his black hair is slicked back, except for the small strand that always seems to hang down over his forehead.
“Anyone going to address Sage calling Elias ‘TheBoss’?” Del reiterates.
“Because he owns the club, obviously,” I say, eyeing Noah, begging my best friend to save me despite her being the one to throw me to the wolves.
Elias’s smirk grows to a full-fledged smile. God, I hate him.
God, I want him.
“Or is it because I owned your pussy? Made that cunt sore and stretched to fit my cock that no other man will be able to live up to the job of pleasing you like I did.”
This cocky mother fucker. I mean yeah, sure, it’s true, but he doesn’t need to know he’s a sex god sent down to torture me. He doesn’t need to know how much I’ve been thinking about him for the last three weeks, touching myself when I’m in bed, or in the shower, or in the stockroom at work.
I walk up to him, nose raised and chin high. The top of my head barely reaches his jawline. Crossing my arms, I say, “I’ve had better.”
“Okay,” Noah says, grabbing my arm. “While what’s happening between you two is... interesting, the show’s about to begin.”
“What show?” I ask, scrunching my nose.
Noah takes my hands in hers. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to tell you before. Please don’t be mad.” She turns to Elias. “Can you watch over her? She means the world to me.”
I open my mouth to ask what the hell she’s talking about but the next thing I know, my best friend is treating Eliaslike a doll and moves the massive man to stand next to me. She lifts his arm to snake it around my waist.
Seriously, Noah?
I try to wiggle out of his hold, but he clings to me tighter.
Goddamn it.
This wasnotsupposed to happen tonight. All I wanted was to have fun… to hang out with my bestie who I’ve barely seen in the past few weeks because she’s been preoccupied with her neighbor. Also... she nearly died a little over two weeks ago when her apartment building blew up moments before her and Del were about to walk in.
They claim it was caused by a gas leak, but I can tell Noah is holding back information from me.
She has secrets. I’ve always felt there’s something dark and dangerous about her. She constantly tells me she’ll off my ex-husband, masking the offer as a joke, but her face tells me she’s serious.
Not to mention her father sounds like an awful man based off the things she’s told me, like sending her away after her mother died because he couldn’t deal with raising a child on his own. Refusing to speak to her about what happened. That’s all she’s revealed to me about her past, and the fact that her father tries to control her life, even as an adult.
