Page 48 of Aftersome
“If I hear your goddamn voice one more time, I’m going to lose it.” I glared at Trevor who cowered back slightly. I let my stare hang over him until my demand sunk in and then finally, I pinned down Doe. “Get up, Wren. Now.”
She looked at me like I was crazy. Like I had officially lost my mind and maybe I had, but it was because of her. She made me like this. Her being here made me feel fucking insane.
“I’m so sorry Trevor.” She shook her head and reached for something next to her. “Let me at least pay for…”
“No,” he stopped her. “No, I got it, don't worry. Thanks for coming out with me tonight.”
My jaw ticked.
He was pushing his luck now.
“It was a nice night. Hopefully we can figure out something with the ideas you have.”
Wren had shot her eyes toward mine. A heavy scowl lined her face as if she were justifying this little rendezvous. Whether or not this was purely work related, I didn’t care. I just knew I didn’t like it.
Not one fucking bit.
My palms slid from the table as I gave Trevor room to step out of the booth. He refused to look at me, the brim of his hat hanging low as he took his spot across from her.
Finally, Doe stumbled out, giving Trevor one last glance and a smile that had me tightening my jaw.
I’d give anything to have her stop smiling at him and give them all to me.
Shit.
Stop it.
I take it back.
As I struggled internally on my feelings toward Doe smiling at another man, she took the opportunity to storm past me, leaving me to stand there like an idiot.
An idiot who was protective over a girl he hadn’t seen in years.
I chased after her. Hot on her tail, I followed her out the doors until I clasped my hand around her upper arm and stopped her from escaping.
“I can’t believe you did that!” she hissed while shrugging out of my hold. She looked more hurt than anything. Embarrassed, even. “What the hell is your problem?”
“What’s my problem?” I took a step toward her. “My problem is that you’re on a fucking date right now. And with a guy I can’t stand.”
She rolled her eyes.
“It wasn’t a date.”
“Sure as shit looked like it to me.”
She couldn’t deny it either. He was sitting on the same side as her. If that didn’t look like a date, I didn’t know what did.
“It didn’t look like anything, and it’s none of your business anyway.”
We were almost chest to chest now. Rising and falling, our heavy breaths began to intermingle. Our energies matched. The furious gleam in our eyes mirrored one another.
“It is my business when you’re out with someone from the fucking team.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“We’re just friends.”
Friends.
