Page 17 of Was I Ever Real

She side-eyes my cocky grin. “About?”

“The event.” I run my index and thumb over my mustache, lowering my voice. “What else darling?”

I notice her eyes quickly dart around, scanning her surroundings before landing back on me. She schools her features quickly and gives me a small smirk of her own.

“Oh? Not about your little freak out from the last time I saw you?”

I internally wince. I should have known she’d bring it up. I somehow wished she’d suffer from a sudden bout of amnesia.

“You’ve never seen me ‘freak out’, as you put it.” I drag my gaze up and down, my eyes narrowing and decide to put a little more venom to my tone. “You wouldn’t speak to me so brazenly if you had.”

She scoffs. “Is that supposed to scare me? Or better yetimpressme?”

“Why would I care about impressing you, Lenny?” I say while looking away disinterested.

My little jab doesn’t land as expected.

She just smiles. “And yet, here we are.”

I glance back, quirking a brow. “Meaning?”

Stepping closer to me—and then even closer still, she leans in.

“You’re obsessed with me,” she says as her nail trails down my shirt. It hovers close to where my jeans and shirt meet, her finger dipping between the two, finding the skin underneath. The hair on my arms raises but I don’t move a muscle. With her lips now close to my ear, she whispers, “Do you miss me? Is that it?”

That’s enough to jolt me back into the land of the living, and I swat her hand away taking a large step back. “Miss you? All we did was fuck a few times. Don’t be delusional.”

Her expression goes from hooded eyes to cold hard stare in a split second. “My point exactly.” Jamming her index finger into my chest. “So why don’t you sign the damn papers, and stop being such a psycho.”

“Christ, that again?”

“That again?” she repeats incredulously. “Do you realize how unhinged you sound?” Before I can formulate a quick comeback, she turns around and punches in the code for the front door and opens it. “If you eventhinkof following me up, I will pepper spray you right in the eyes, I swear to fucking God.”

I laugh but stay put. As much as it pains me to do so, I let her have the win and watch the door close behind her. I imagine fucking that little attitude right out of her, while I readjust my hardening cock currently pushing against my jeans.

But I also rather enjoy her like this. Why would I ever sign the papers when it lends to the best kind of foreplay?

But obsessed?

Please.

Making my way back to my car, I climb into the driver’s seat and fish out a joint from the small metal box in the middle compartment and light it. My head hits the headrest behind me before taking my first drag, eyes closed. I take a few seconds to allow the high to roll in like a fog through my limbs and eventually let my eyelids flutter back open.

My gaze lands on the car parked only a few feet away. I can barely discern the person driving it, only what looks to be a man. For reasons I can’t really explain, I’m suddenly on high alert.

For the next few minutes, I stay low, smoking my joint while I observe the car and the guy sitting inside: talking on the phone, keeping his car idle, but most importantly his attention seems fixed on Lenix’s building.

There’s something about this whole situation that makes me fuckingitchfor a confrontation. Not one to suppress those urges, I pop the car door open and jump out. In a few quick strides, I’m beside the driver’s window. The idiot doesn’t notice me until I bang my fist on the car door and he jumps. At first, he just stares at me like a gaping fish out of water, so I motion for him to roll down his window.

As slowly as humanly fucking possible, he does.

When there’s finally nothing between us, I ask with irritation, “You waiting for someone?”

“Wh—why?”

“Well, you seem pretty fucking interested in that building over there.” I point over his car, joint still between two fingers. “So what’s your reason?”

“No reason,” he answers quickly, looking like a rodent caught in a trap, twitchy and full of shit.

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