Page 15 of Tangled in His Game

Chapter 8

IN THE MORNING, I FINDa coffee shop because coffee is probably the only thing right now that can keep me alive. I’m drowsy and sleepy, and with the dark bags under my eyes, I look like a raccoon.

And all because of Victor.

As I take a sip of my coffee, my gaze lands on the door. My jaw goes slack, my eyes widening. I blink because I’m sure I’m hallucinating.

Except I’m not.

Unfortunately, I’m not that sleep-deprived.

Victor strolls inside, and it looks like he got his beauty sleep without a problem because he’s as gorgeous as ever. Ugh!

Of course he didn’t spend a second worrying or wondering how I felt after he almost terrified me to death.

I glare at him as he places his order, but he doesn’t even glance at me. This coffee shop is totally random, and I don’t think he’s here by accident. He’s been following me again, but I don’t know how because I didn’t see him.

As he grabs his coffee, his gaze meets mine, and he smiles at me. He actually fucking smiles as if we’re closest friends in on some big secret. And then he goes to the table in the corner as if nothing is happening at all.

My blood boils, and I stride over to him.

“Are you following me?” I ask, holding his gaze.

His eyebrows shoot up. “Following you? Don’t be ridiculous.”

I cross my arms in front of me. “Fine. Lie to me. What is it that you really want from me? Do you enjoy making me miserable? Is that it? Why? What did I ever do to you?”

“You’re only miserable because you want me and you can’t have me.” He grins.

“What?” I gape at him. “Seriously? What’s wrong with you?”

“Obviously nothing.” He points at himself. “Feast your eyes while you can.”

I open my mouth and close it because I just don’t know what to say to him. Either there’s something seriously wrong with him or he’s messing with me. Maybe he got hit in the head at one of his hockey games, and it left permanent damage.

He takes a sip of his coffee and then makes a show of slowly licking his lips. I can’t look away from him because for some reason him doing that is hot like hell, but he’s an asshole and I can’t let him distract me.

“I don’t care what you’re telling yourself,” I say. “I know you’re following me, and I know you were in my house last night. If you don’t stop and leave me alone, you’ll regret it.”

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