Page 61 of Breaking Point

And jealous.

“Look, Princess-“

“Don’t,” she shakes her head, crossing her arms. “Don’t ‘Princess’ me. Chase has been nothing but respectful.”

My eyes flutter shut at the words, and I try my best to hide the way I clench my teeth. “You don’t know him- or his past.”

She shakes her head again, propping her hand on her hip. “And you do? I’m supposed to just trust that you know better than I do?”

When I don’t answer, she moves to slide past me, I shoot an arm out to stop her. Not touching her but I’m close enough that I get a hint of her sweet perfume.

“It’s my job…” I start, but I see the quick flash of hurt in her eyes, and I stop myself.

“Right. Your job… What is it that you think you know about him?”

“I know enough.”

The adamant shake of her head is her reply. “That’s not good enough for me.”

“Look,” I say, taking a step even closer to her, forcing her to look me in the eye. “Olivia, I understand what I’m asking you. But you don’t know him- you could get hurt.”

Her blue eyes are blown wide, honesty and consideration shining in them. I see the exact moment something in her changes because she rolls her shoulders back, steeling herself.

“Who I allow into my life isnoneof your business.”

Without another glance, she pushes past me and leaves me standing alone. I’m trying my best to reign in the untamed feeling in my chest. I inhale before forcing myself to turn the earpiece back on and face the crowd again.

Taylor has noticeably cut closer, but his eyes remain on Liv who is dancing with Chase. I can sense the moment he knows the wire has turned on again because he clears his throat.

“Do I need to ask what’s going on with you two?”

I hate that he asks the question, but I hate that he’s right in asking it even more. He has every right to be pissed.

I don’t act like this. I’ve never ditched him just to talk to a client alone.

A wave of guilt passes over me, but I shake it off as determination floods my veins.

“There’s nothing going on,” I say, and in one moment, there’s nothing I’ve been more sure of in my life. Not as she smiles for him, as she dances the night away with him on her arm.

Yet time always has a way of changing things.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Olivia

I’m angry. I’m frustrated, I’m angry, and more than anything else, I’m turned on. It’s been weeks of this back and forth with Crew, and I’m sick of it. I’m sick of denying that I’m attracted to him. I’m sick of him acting like he isn’t attracted to me.

Spending my life worrying about doingeverythingwrong is honestly getting exhausting.

Why shouldn’t we?

Night after night, I toss and turn, wondering why the hell my own hands leave me feeling unsatisfied… I’ve never had trouble drawing out my own pleasure. Now it takes forever.

That’sifI’m even able to finish.

I’m too busy for this. I’ve got too much going on to be thinking about how my bodyguardtastes.

I huff, drawing my arms over my head in an attempt to stretch the ache building in my spine.

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