Page 102 of Unorthodox
She stops, turning back to me. I don’t like what I see. It isn’t jealousy in her eyes anymore. It’s…grief.
Exhaustion. Hopelessness.
Maybe over me. Maybe fuckingDante.
I don’t like that look in her eyes. Instead, I had enjoyed the way she glared at Evora. The way anger flashed over her beautiful face when she saw my hand on Evora’s back. But with her bleeding heart over the man who took her fucking virginity, well, she has to learn her place.
Beside me, Evora huffs, rolling her eyes as she shifts from one foot to the other.
She has to learn her place too.
Turning toward her, I narrow my eyes. “Go wait in the car.”
She arches a brow, brushing back her curtain of dark hair. “Max, you’re not really going to waste time on aslave’sfeelings—”
“Go.”I don’t have time for disobedience. She should know better.
She frowns, cutting her dark eyes to Addison, but then she turns on her heel and I nod toward the guard at the door to lead her to the car. He pulls the door shut behind him before I turn back to Addison.
I cut my eyes to Mamie. “Leave us.”
With one last, lingering look, she does, turning back the way she came.
Closing the space between us, I grab Addison’s chin between my thumb and forefinger, lifting her head. Her golden blonde hair falls down her shoulders, the red dress like a glove around her body, her breasts tempting this close to me.
But with her big doe-eyed pout, despite her dress, and despite what I’ve done to her, she looks so innocent I almost want to send her back to her room. Keep her away from prying eyes and wandering hands.
I can’t do that though. She isn’t worth the hell I’d pay for keeping her home tonight. She isn’t worth what I could lose.
“What’s wrong, love?”
She bites her lip, tries to jerk her face from my grip. I only tighten my hold, wrap one arm around her low back, the smooth silk of the dress soft against my hand.
“Talk to me, Addison.”
Reluctantly, she meets my gaze, hatred burning in her green eyes. “I don’t want to go to a party. I don’t think you should, either. Dante—”
I tighten my grip, digging my fingers into her jaw, cutting off her words. “Talk to me about anythingbutfuckingDante,”I warn her. “If you mention him again, I promise you won’t like what I do to you.”
Her eyes narrow, but she obeys me, asking instead, “Why am I going with you?” I see her hands fisted at her sides, the tension in her neck, along her collarbone.
“Because I said so.”
“Why?” she presses. She glances past me, toward the door. “Your girlfriend is going and—”
I pull down her bottom lip with my thumb, smiling at her jealousy. “She’s a woman I fuck. Not my girlfriend.”
Addison’s cheeks flush pink and she rolls her eyes.
“Are you jealous?” I ask her softly, knowing the answer.
She tries once more to pull away from me. My hand goes to her throat as I yank her closer.
“Behave, and answer my question, Addison.”
Fear replaces the anger in her eyes, but she still holds my gaze as she says, “No.”
My fingers tighten around her throat, and her hand twitches, like she’s going to reach up to pull me off. But like a smart girl, she doesn’t. “Don’t lie to me, love.”
