I’m going to kill them both for touching her.
I clench my hands into fists as I stare at these two touching my girl, and I’m fucking frozen.
I want to break their hands.
I want to scream.
But before I can do anything, Remi dips her chin, and her eyes connect with mine.
Mine narrow, my jaw tight, and she appears to freeze, her entire body going rigid.
No one seems to notice.
The guy slips his hand under the edge of her dress, and the girl is still running her lips over my girl’s throat, to her mouth again.
Remi’s lips part.
She spread her knees wider.
I might actually kill her.
She smiles at me, arching a brow, as if to say,What, fucker?
I take a step forward, lean against the doorway.
Then I pull out my phone.
Smiling at her, I open up the camera, point it her way.
Her smile falters and she turns her head from the chick.
I wonder if she’s thinking of that night too. Chase trying to record everything. Or maybe my bullshit threats to her the day she woke up in my bed and I told her I’d videoed her.
I’d never really do that, but watching her discomfort, I don’t put my phone away.
She clears her throat.
Good girl.
Both the guy and girl pull away from her immediately, and she smiles at both of them, then turns to the guy.
“I think I…” She trails off, averting her eyes, but not looking at me. As if she doesn’t want them to see me standing in the doorway. “I think I’m gonna go back?—”
“I’ll walk you back,” the guy says, and I drop my hand, push my phone into my pocket.
No thanks, asshole.
“I’m okay,” Remi assures him, and I think he’s a little drunk, the way he sways as he leans back, pulling her hand to his lips.
I can feel my pulse pounding in my ears.
“I’ll see you in the morning?” Remi stands, tugging down her dress, and the guy’s hand runs up the inside of her thigh.
I’m going to kill him.
I’m going toactuallyfucking kill him.
But just as I take a step forward, Remi pulls away, her back to me as she tosses her braids over her shoulders. “Goodnight, guys.”