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“One more?” Red asked.
“He already fucked up once on the night we met. He had his eyes on something that doesn’t belong to him,” I answered.
“She doesn’t exactly belong to you right now either,” Red pointed out.
“Yes, she fucking does! She may hate me, but she’s mine,” I growled.
“All I’m saying is—”
“Shut up,” I interrupted.
My ears pricked up when I heard the familiar sound of heels clicking across the marble floor.
Anastacia.
“Don’t move,” I warned as I strode out of the kitchen.
“Boss.” They replied in unison, but I was already waiting at the foot of the stairs when she appeared.
She rounded the corner, and I could have sworn my heart stopped in that exact moment.
Why is she this dressed up?!
Where’s she going?!
Dressed like that, she’s going nowhere.
Dumbfounded, I moved towards her. Her hair was slicked back into the same low ponytail she wore the night of the club. The black dress she had worn only accentuated her figure as it fit her like a glove. It stopped just above her knee as she wore those fuck-me-red-bottom patent heels. I could have easily fucked her senseless on those stairs, letting every fucker watch as she screamed out my name.
Get a fucking grip, Ricci.
“Don’t wait up.” She smiled.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I asked, anger lacing my voice.
“Out.”God, she was so infuriating.
“Where?” I repeated.
“You lost the right to demand where I’m going when you threw my kindness back in my face over and over again,” she snapped.
The thought of punishing that smart mouth of hers did more than I would let on.
“Now move,” she ordered.
I stood my ground as I blocked her exit.
“I suggest you move unless you want ‘murdered by loving fiancée’ on your headstone.” She smirked.
“Not until you tell me where you’re going,” I demanded.
“I’ve got a date,” she replied with a cocky smile on her perfect lips.
“I don’t think so.” I laughed. “If you think I’m going to let some fucker out there take what’s mine, then you’re wrong.” I smirked.
I ran my fingertips over her exposed neck. The bruise had faded from where I’d lost control in the car, and I wasn’t a fan of it. “Looks like we’ll have to refresh this.” I winked.
“In your dreams. I’d rather gouge my eyes out,” she exclaimed as she barged past me, her ponytail swishing across her back.
