Page 81 of Obsessing Over His Favorite
Emily flinched. Her body stiffened beneath him as if struck by lightning. She turned her face away sharply, her jaw tightening. Her hands flattened against his bare chest, pushing with all the strength she could gather.
“Get off me,” she snapped, the heat of her blush crawling up her neck, embarrassed and angry at the same time.
Lucas barely shifted. His body stayed rooted, jaw clenched, his gaze dark—an emotional storm tightening around him.
Without giving her a second to breathe, Lucas gripped her waist and lifted her off the couch like she weighed nothing. She let out a startled gasp as he pulled her into his lap, positioning her to straddle him.
“Lucas—what are you doing?” she breathed, her hands bracing against his shoulders.
He didn’t answer. One arm wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her in place, while the other slid behind her neck, fingers threading into her damp hair. He tugged her closer until their foreheads nearly touched, breath mingling, his grip firm, possessive.
“Emily…” His voice cracked—low, hoarse, and raw. “Can you please stop fighting me now?” His thumb brushed her cheek. “I can’t take this anymore. I really can’t.”
His forehead pressed gently to hers, his breathing heavy, his entire frame humming with barely contained desperation. His grip on her waist tightened, grounding her to him like he was afraid she'd vanish.
Her heart thudded violently in her chest, every nerve on fire. She grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand from her neck, her breathing shallow, chest rising and falling quickly.
Then she tried to twist herself free—but his grip only tightened. His fingers curled around her thigh like a man holding onto the last thread of sanity, keeping her close.
“You don’t like Amelia, right? Then I won’t talk to her ever again,” he said, the words tumbling out fast. “I’ll cut her off completely. No contact. Not for work. Not for anything. Dillon will handle her.”
She froze.
Emily stared at him like he’d just confessed something earth-shattering.
He had always put Amelia above everything else. The man who’d always dismissed her jealousy, told her she was being insecure,gaslightedher into silence.
Whenever rumors spread about him favoring Amelia, he’d shut them down cold, making sure Emily never brought it up again.
But now, suddenly he was willing to bend over backwards to avoid Amelia forher, a side of him she had never seen before.
“Can you please stop being angry with me over this now? Please?” His voice softened, almost pleading, his fingers trembling against her skin. “I’ll do anything. Whatever it is that went wrong—I’ll fix it.”
Lucas reached up, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear with fingers that trembled. His voice dropped even lower, almost like he was choking on it. “Just please don’t be angry anymore… I can’t lose you.”
Emily stared at him blankly, her eyes distant and unblinking. She swallowed hard, then shook her head slightly. “You still don’t understand.”
Lucas’s brow furrowed. His hand twitched slightly on her thigh.
“Then tell me. Help me understand. What do I need to do? What do I need to say to make you believe me? I’ll do anything.”
But her gaze didn’t soften.
She inhaled sharply, her shoulders tensing as she looked down briefly, gathering her strength. Then her chin lifted, eyes locking with his again—no rage, no tears. Just a haunting stillness.
“Back then,” she said quietly, her voice almost too calm. “I used to get angry with you. I used to beg. Cry. Hope.” She paused, the ache in her throat barely contained. “But I don’t feel that anymore. No matter what you say. No matter what you do… it just doesn’t affect me at all.”
She raised her head slowly, meeting his gaze. Her face was blank, eyes hollow.
“I don’t care about you anymore.”
Lucas’s brows twitched. His grip on her thigh tightened instinctively—possessive, desperate—his knuckles turning white.
She didn’t flinch.
“Now I just want to know one thing,” she whispered.
A trembling breath escaped her lips, her lashes lowering for a beat before lifting again, her gaze drilling into him like a blade through the fog.
