THEO
“Where is she?” I growl the second I join the others in the hotel foyer.
I’m angry. Really fucking angry.
Not at her for her little stunt with the camera. Or even Seb, who clearly set it up.
I’m fucking furious with myself for letting her walk out like she’d just won.
She had. We both knew that.
But fuck. I can’t get the dark, hungry look in her eyes out of my head as she stared down at me.
I should have reached for her sooner, should have dragged her down on top of me and put an end to this fucking stupid game we’re playing.
She came here this weekend.
For me.
And we’re not fucking leaving until we’ve sorted this shit out.
My entire body aches, although nowhere more so than my cock.
The temptation to defy her was strong, so fucking strong, as I stood in the shower with my solid dick bobbing between my legs and images of her in my mind.
But I didn’t.
I didn’t because I want to prove to her that I’m serious. That I’m not taking any of this as a joke. And most importantly, that I’m not lying to her.
“She… um… she went ahead with Xander,” Stella says, briefly glancing at Seb in concern.
I get it, they’ve all witnessed me lose my shit over smaller stuff than this, especially when it comes to my one weakness in life.
Emmie Cirillo.
Just the thought of her surname, of knowing she belongs to me makes my cock twitch.
She’s fucking mine. And by the end of the night, every motherfucker in this city is going to know about it. Including the girl herself who is trying so fucking hard to keep her walls up around me that I’m actually impressed.
But it all ends tonight.
“Let’s go,” I snap, pulling the passenger door open of one of the cars that’s waiting for us.
Twisting back before I fall inside, I bark. “Seb, you and Stella are in the other car.”
Seb smirks at me and I just flip him off. There’s no way in hell I’m putting up with the pair of them dry humping, or worse, behind me right now.
“I ain’t going with them,” Alex snaps, darting toward the car I chose. “Come on, Baby C, I’ll keep you warm.”
She glares at him, her lip curling in disgust.
“Touch me and I’ll make use of the knife Stella bought me for Christmas,” she hisses.
“Ooh… Calli grew up,” he mutters, his eyes lighting up.
“Careful, bro, or I’ll be the one pulling my knife to cut off your balls.”
“Chill, man. I’m kidding. Right, Baby C?”