Page 31 of Sweet Possession

It takes everything in me not to stride over there, rip his hand from her body, and fuck her over her desk, just so everyone knows who she belongs to. The only thing stopping me is the pleading look, begging me to keep my cool, in my angel’s eyes. Tension radiates from her body and into mine. I don’t want her to feel anxious about my reactions, but that asshole needs to keep his hands to himself before I remove them.

Blowing out a breath to calm myself, I continue with my lesson that I interrupted by leaving to find Remi. When she didn’t show, I panicked and thought the worst. I thought something had happened to her. My worry soon turned to relief when I spotted her in the hall. She was fine. It’s crazy, even to me, how important my angel is to me. Even if it doesn’t make sense, it feels right. And I will do everything in my power to keep her with me. To keep this feeling she gives me.

Starting the lesson, I’m only ten minutes in when that fucker, Logan, reaches out and grabs Remi’s shoulder again. My eyes zero in on his hand that wants to get broken, then move to my angel when she visibly tenses, her eyes moving to where he grips her. Composing herself, she scowls and shrugs him off. I know she can handle herself, but I’m done. Touching her once was too much. Touching her twice? Well, he must have a death wish.

“It doesn’t look like Miss Halewantsyour hands on her, Mr. Carrington,” I grit out threateningly.

If he hears the threat in my voice, he doesn’t acknowledge it. No, the asshole just slouches back with a smug smirk. He thinks he’s untouchable, but I’ll have no problem showing him that he isn’t. “Oh, she will like my hands on her, sir. It’s only a matter of time.” He says this with so much conviction, I almost believe him. A glance at my girl proves he is talking shit.

I smile, but it’s not a nice look. And by the way Remi swallows, I know I probably look positively murderous. The whole room falls so quiet, you could hear a pin drop as everyone looks between the two of us. They don’t know he just touched what’s mine. Even if I can’t directly come out and say Remi is mine, I can play with him a little. Put him in his place.

“Is that right?” I round my desk and stride towards him, enjoying when his smirk falls. He doesn’t look so cocky now. “I asked you a question. I expect an answer,” I say coolly.

Logan gulps, and all signs of the arrogant asshole disappear as his brows bunch and concern takes over his features. “I was just messing around,” he blurts.

My head cocks to the side as I regard him. He squirms in his seat under my attention. A smirk curves my lips. I should walk away from this kid, not let him get to me. I’m the adult and should act like it. But nah, fuck that shit. This fucker needs schooling. Planting my palms on his desk, I watch as his eyes widen in shock. I lean into his face. I can feel the weight of everyone’s gazes on me, but I don’t care. They need to know the consequences if they touch ormesswith my angel. “Touch Miss Hale again and I will break your fucking hands,” I whisper so only he can hear. He gasps, his body now shaking. “Got it?” He nods in understanding. I straighten and smile down at him. “Good. Come see me after class for your detention slip.”

“I-I-I have football after school,” he stutters.

I raise a brow. “And? You should have thought about that before you touched someone without their permission.” I’m being harsh, but I don’t care. Arrogant fuckers need telling. They all think they can get away with the shit they pull, but not on my watch. Not when it comes to my girl.

Logan slumps back into his chair, looking defeated. I grin and start back towards my desk. Spinning, I look at Remi. She glares at me. No doubt at the way I handled Logan putting his hands on her. She can be mad all she wants. I won’t tolerate another man touching her.

* * *

“I’m just saying that you didn’t have to be so blatant. Would you have reacted that way if he had done it to another girl?” My angel scolds me from the passenger seat of my car.

“No,” I answer honestly with no hesitation.

She sighs. “Exactly. You’ll get us caught. I can’t risk that. Maybe I should go home, give us both some space.”

My grip tightens on the steering wheel at her words, and I shoot her a scowl. “No,” I grit out. “You are mine and your home is with me. Don’t ever suggest that again.”

Her eyes burn a hole in the side of my head, but I don’t look at her. “Well don’t act like a damn caveman. I mean it, Asher. If it happens again, I will pack my stuff and move back home,” she threatens, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Sighing, I reach over and grip her soft thigh. She tries to shrug me off, but I grip her tighter. I’ll let her think I’m conceding and agreeing to her demands. Doesn’t mean I won’t put other assholes in their place if I see something I don’t like. “I’m sorry. I just lost it. He touched you.Twice. I didn’t like it.”

She blows out a breath. I glance at her. Her eyes are now soft, as is her face. “Okay. But get it together, Asher. If it wasn’t for everyone being so shocked at how you handled Logan, I think there would have been questions as to why you responded the way you did.”

“They wouldn’t question me,” I say earnestly. It’s my arrogance speaking, but I know it’s true. “Enough of that, anyway. How was the rest of your day?”

Remi relaxes into her seat with a sigh. “Good. I have a new teacher. Mr. Henderson. He’s covering Mrs. Astley’s English class.” If I thought I was angry over the Logan incident, I’m fucking raging now. I’m only thankful we’re pulling up to the house.

“What?” I say through clenched teeth.

Remi’s brows furrow as she searches my face. Of course, she’s confused. I never told her about Brody working at Coral Lakes because she wasn’t taking any of his classes. Their paths would have barely crossed. He wouldn’t have been on her radar, which is why I never said anything. Remi didn’t need the stress of my past along with starting a new school. But now? Now I feel anger like I’ve never felt before. The shit with Logan is insignificant in comparison. “What’s wrong?” Her soft, concerned voice has me blinking away the red mist. My angel’s face comes into focus. I blink again as my jaw tics. It’s not her fault this has happened. But I feel the need to stake my claim even more now. “Asher?”

“Mr. Henderson,”the contempt in my voice is obvious, making Remi frown, “is Brody. The samefriendI caught fucking Cali.” Honestly, I don’t give a shit about all that now. What I do give a shit about is my angel sitting in a classroom with that fucker for Christ knows how many hours a week.

Remi gasps, her eyes wide with my admission. “What? Why didn’t you tell me he works at Coral Lakes?”

I scrub a palm down my face. “He didn’t. He worked at the public school on the other side of town for the last couple years. I spent a year working there with him, and he loved teaching there, so it never crossed my mind he would be at Coral. I saw him when we had a staff meeting before term started. I didn’t tell you because you didn’t have any classes with him, so I didn’t think it mattered. I didn’t want to concern you with him being there when you already had so much to worry about.”

She unbuckles her seatbelt, shoving it off in the next second and climbing into my lap. I instantly relax at her touch. It should worry me that she seems to be my calming balm, but instead, I embrace it. “You have nothing to worry about baby.” She’s reassuring me. I love her for it. My eyes widen. Love. At the thought, I know it’s true. I am in love with this girl. Her whole being. How she anticipates what I need. How after only a couple of months of knowing me, she knows me better than anyone. “I’m yours,” she says, and with those words, I smash my lips to hers. She knows I needed to hear them. And as much as I know she’s mine, the fact she acknowledges and accepts it means more to me than she will ever know.

* * *

The next day, after dropping Remi off at our spot, I pull up to the school parking lot and wait for her to make her way through the gates. It should only take around five minutes, and I like to make sure that she is here safe. I really need to work out getting her a car. As the thought hits me, I smile. Why did I not think of this earlier? I’ll talk to her about it later. First, I need to find out if she has her driver’s license. Not wanting to wait, I grab my cell and fire off a text.

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