Page 32 of Jealousy Jealousy

I gave a tight smile and nodded. “Sure.”

“Promise?” she asked, holding up her pinkie.

I looked at her hand and pursed my lips.

Sure. Why not.

“Promise.” I hooked my pinkie around hers, then let go before getting up from the table. “I’ll be in my room.”

I left the dining room and headed upstairs, and I found Sly’s bedroom door wide open. I frowned, peeking inside to see if he was in there. “Sly?”

He didn’t reply, and so I took a step inside his room to make sure he was okay. “Sly, are you in here?”

His bathroom door was closed, and I figured he might be in there. I stepped closer, placing my hand on the door, and leaning closer to press my ear against it. “Sly…can we talk?”

Still nothing.

I sighed and tried to open the door, but it was locked.

“Leave.”

“But—”

“Leave, Caia!”

“I just want to talk!” I argued, raising my voice like he did.

The lock turned and the door swung open, and I was faced with the angriest expression I had ever seen on Sly’s face. Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, he wrapped his hand around my throat and dragged me into the bathroom, pushing me against the floor-to-ceiling window next to the tub. His body pressed against mine as his fingers dug deeper into my neck, and his eyes darkened, staring right into mine.

“You don’t get to talk to me. Not for a long time, understood? You fucked with me and now I will fuck with you, and the way I do it will be a million times worse.”

His attempt to make me feel small and scared worked but only for a little while. Because while he was threatening me, his hand around my neck was all I could think about. It was all I felt in that moment.

He was taking my breath away.

But I didn’t need air to live.

I only needed him.

Chapter 20

SLY

She was enjoying this.

I was choking her, and she was fucking enjoying it!

Her eyes were filled with desire, and her body kept pressing against mine. But that was not the reaction I wanted from her. I wanted to scare her. To show he that I was not one to be messed with.

But Caia took this as an opportunity to get close to me once again. I should’ve stopped and pushed her away. Told her that she was fucking sick in the head.

But she would call me a hypocrite.

Because while she enjoyed this moment, I had enjoyed our making out last night thinking she was Wavel.

I was just as sick in the head.

My knuckles turned white as I tightened my grip, and when the lust in her eyes slowly faded, I finally let go to let her breathe.

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