I didn’t release a breath until I heard the bathroom door click shut, ensuring he was safely inside. Then my gaze reverted to the door where Archer was waiting.
Brushing the sides of my hair, I told myself to calm down then opened the door.
“Hey,” I greeted with a strained smile as I held the door handle, not willing to invite him in as I had blatantly told him downstairs. If he was trying to get laid, he had best look elsewhere because that woman wasn’t me.
“I just wanted to see you again before I leave for the night.” Archer’s charms were in full swing.
“Have a lovely time. It’s nice of you to stop by, but goodnight.” I didn’t even give him a chance to respond before I smiled and gently shut the door on him.
It barely took a second before Cruz came rushing out of the bathroom, looking like a raging, manic bull out to hurt whomever he saw on sight.
“You wanted to continue what you two didn’t finish downstairs, didn’t you? He was here to shag you, for fuck’s sake!”
Cruz didn’t waste a beat before jumping on me with guns blazing. Sometimes, I wondered what we were really arguing about. It was as if we were going in circles.
“Has Archer fucked you?” he threw at me, unwilling to take a moment to let me gather my bearings.
This guy was all shades of crazy.
My good intentions flew out the window.
“Can you for once just shut the fuck up and stop accusing me of things? I can’t fucking think, let alone defend myself, when you’re being this way. So stop! Stop yelling at me! Stop being so fucking angry! What the fuck!” I was acting erratically it was difficult to function like I normally would when he was around. It was as if my mind short-circuited.
His silver eyes were trained on me, appearing conflicted. “I want you, Serena. I want you. I want you so fucking much that it’s killing me inside. You must understand the struggle I am in, so I beg you to end my agony.”
Oh, God. This wasn’t good … not good at all.
Help.