Page 27 of Torrid Passion
“Err…” she’s lost for words.
I move my attention to Magnus. “I’m such a lucky guy she’d call meherboyfriend,” I say. “This second time around, I’ll do good by her. Who knows? A winter white fairytale Christmas wedding in Montana or Colorado? I envision a royal-like carriage with horses or maybe a sleigh led by eight white Siberian huskies. What do you say, my little sexy dumpling?”
Kyla nearly chokes.
Magnus’s jaw drops.
“You and me together forever,” I say, forming a heart shape with my fingers.
I know this is pretend, but I’m really getting into the role.
I deserve an Oscar for this freaking performance.
Without warning, I circle my arm around her shoulders and slam her body against mine before grabbing her head in my hands and planting a big fat kiss on her cheeks.
Damn, this feels too good.
“For fucks sake, get a room if you’re going to do the horizontal mambo,” Magnus growls.
Horizontal mambo? What are you? An idiot frat boy?
“Yeah,” his goons chime in, their expressions as disgusted as Magnus’s.
“Sorry, I can’t help myself,” I say. I’m still holding on to her, unwilling to let go.
She doesn’t fight it.
“This is such bullshit. I was invested in us, Kyla,” Magnus says. “I even bought you the thousand-dollar Golden Opulence Sundae from Serendipity 3 to prove it.”
Jesus! Is that thing encrusted in diamonds? And do you get to take the jewels home?
“You’re so full of yourself,” Kyla spits out. “You bought that ridiculously priced dessert to prove to your social media followers you could afford it. It was never about me, Magnus. It was always about you—which is why you took like eight hundred photos.”
“Fuck you, ungrateful bitch.”
No, he didn’t.
Kyla and I are sitting in a nook. So far we haven’t drawn too much attention, but Magnus’s filthy mouth just changed that. A few waiters peek our way.
With the utmost restraint and control, I stand up. I look to my left, then right before reaching out, grabbing Magnus by the collar and pulling him so close our noses are practically touching. At six-four, I stand four inches taller than the asshole.
His goons take a step forward.
I shoot each of them a stare that could kill.
They back off.
They’re not nearly as dumb as they look.
“Let me explain this in simple English, Magnus—”
“Did you know your girlfriend is frigid?”Fucker.“Icebergs in Alaska are a hell of a lot warmer than she is,” Magnus smirks. “If you didn’t know, then Ice Queen has been faking it with you because nothing turns her on. Not even a celebrity hunk like me with perfect muscle mass definition.”
Pardon me while I barf, narcissistic fool.
It takes everything in me not to punch out every single tooth in his mouth. With Herculean effort, I will myself to calm down.
“You talk about Kyla like that again…” I have to stop to take a deep breath to regulate my rapid heartbeat, “and your pretty face will be slightly bruised. Now, take your lame ass friends and get the fuck out of my sight before it gets ugly,” I growl.
