Page 5 of His Ruthless Obsession

“I know!”

Etta bumps my shoulder a few times, gesturing to the bartender’s outstretched hand.

“For you. From the gentleman over there.”

I take the glass—a porn star martini, my favorite—and turn to look over my shoulder. But there are so many people, it’s really hard to tell who the bartender was taking about.

I tip my drink up, raising it so that whoever sent it to me could see my appreciation. Stupidly, I tip the entire thing back into my mouth, dumping half of it over my face and the other half down my throat, choking me.

I cough, slamming the glass down onto the bar and heave in a few deep breaths.

Etta gasps. “You okay, girl?”

“Yeah,” I wave her off, feeling my stomach roll uncomfortably again. “Need some air.”

I slide off my stool and make my way over to the backdoor. The booze was definitely in my system now, making the entire world spin as I walk and making me want to throw up.

I pick up my pace.

I push the door open and stumble out into the fresh air, steadying myself against the brick wall. The world spins, making it difficult to know where the ground is. Vaguely, I hear the door open again.

I tip forward, the ground coming into view a lot sooner than I expected.

Just then, a hand grabs my arm. Yanking me back up and pressing me to the wall again. I blink a few times, disoriented.

“I hate to think this is my fault.”

A man comes into my vision. Handsome as hell, with dark hair and piercing black eyes. He towers over me, making me feel vulnerable in a sexy kind of way. He’s well dressed, with a black button-down and dark pants. His sleeves are cuffed at his elbows, and the skin underneath his shirt is littered with tattoos.

I run my eyes up the thick veins in his arms to focus back on his face.

“Hello,” he says, his voice making me shiver.

I suck in a breath, surprised by my reaction. Seeing this, he drops my arm.

“Hi,” is all I can think to say back.

I stare deeply into his eyes, the bottomless depths of them endless and violent. Like twin bullet holes. Vaguely, I remember what he said when he helped me up.

“You sent me the drink.”

He nods.

“Oh, okay. I’m fine, by the way. Just got a little caught up in everything is all.”

He smirks at me. “I love a girl who can hold her liquor.”

That makes me frown. “You’re making fun of me.”

“I am.” His voice is deep and smoky sounding. Delicious to my ears.

My body feels like it’s being pulled towards him for some inexplicable reason. I tuck my arms around my waist to stop myself from reaching out and touching him.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

I pause, not sure if I should tell him or not. My mouth opens a split second later before I can filter it out.

“Antonella. Nella.”

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