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Which is total bullshit. Stavros is a friend, nothing more. Meanwhile, Castle’s the one texting this Loraine chick, and whoever thefuckTeagan is.
My breathing speeds up as my temper flares. Fuck this. I’ve never been one to just sit on things—case in point, my insane decision to justkiss him alreadythe other day. And I’m not about to spend a year married to this man just sitting in my room sulking.
Castle looks up sharply when I come storming out of the bedroom and march over to where he’s leaning against the kitchen counter scrolling his phone.
“Who the fuck is Teagan?”
He raises his eyebrows at me like a teacher. “Looking through other people’s phones and private messages is generally frowned upon, Callie.”
“Oh? Well so is texting fucking high school girls, asshole!”
His face remains utterly neutral, which is even more infuriating. Like he’s not in the least bit embarrassed, or feels no shame about it.
“‘So sorry I missed you the other night’?!” I snap, parroting her text back to him. “You ‘owe her a BIG one’?” Fuckinggross, Castle! How old is she?! Not old enough for you to be taking her on abig date, that’s for fucking—”
“She’s eighteen,” he says in a slow, measured tone.
“OH!Well! My mistake, then!” I sneer sarcastically. “By all means! Take her out for a night she’ll never forget! Just be sure she does her times tables homework before you fuck her—”
“Green really isn’t your color, Callie.”
My throat bobs heavily as he stands from where he’s been leaning on the counter and walks slowly toward me. He moves like a predator stalking its prey, his eyes glinting with a shade of anger mixed with something electric that makes my skin tingle and my heart race. I step back, but instantly have to stop when I feel the cool metal of the fridge behind me.
“Not to mention,none of thatis your fucking business,” he growls.
I shiver as he comes to a stop right in front of me, looming over me and caging me against the refrigerator. His god-like lips curl dangerously at the corners.
I glare up at him. “You think I’m jealous?”
“Isn’t that it?”
I swallow. “Go look in the mirror, buddy. I’m not the one that almost went full Mike Tyson on a guy in a bar.”
The heat that flashes in his lethal blue eyes is as terrifying as it is exciting.
“Who is he to you,” he growls darkly.
I chew on my lip, not saying anything as his gaze burns a hole right through me.
“Why?Jealous?”
“Is that a yes, he’s your boyfriend?” Castle rasps.
I suck on my teeth. “No.”
“Was heyour boyfriend?”
“I like this jealous husband look on you—”
“Answer the fucking question, Callie,” he snaps, sending a bolt of something dark and sinful throbbing through my core.
The answer is obviously no.
But I can’t help myself. At this point, I think I’m addicted to this knife’s edge I walk with him—teetering on a razor blade between wanting him and wanting to see how far I can push him before he snaps.
“Maybe,” I shrug. “Or maybe he’s just a boy that I callfriend—”
I gasp, my pulse shooting through the roof as Castle suddenly explodes into me. His big hands wrap around my throat, squeezing just enough to send pure fire and lust erupting through every nerve and synapse in my body. Electricity dances over my skin, radiating from the point of contact of his hand on my neck as he looms over me. His eyes ripple with blue fire as the very air is stripped from my lungs.
