Page 219 of Damaged Mogul
Since I’m frozen in stupor, he keeps talking.
“It’s not only that I don’t want any other asshole to see you in that pretty pink dress…” His nostrils flare, his lips turning up into a snarl.
And… he’s Mr. Grumpy Pants again.
“I don’t want any other asshole touching you. You’re mine.”
I’m his?
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
He cocks a brow. “Yes? No?”
“Wh—what are you saying?” That comes out as a near whisper.
“Your film school program doesn’t start for another year. That’s a long fucking time to be apart.”
I.
Am.
Dumbfounded.
“This morning wasn’t all talk.”
I can’t find my voice.
“You don’t feel the same way I do? If you’d rather we stop right here…”
Snap out of it, Lily.“No. I mean, yes.” I shake my head, frustrated with myself. “Let me catch my breath.”
“Waiting.”
I laugh.
“Looks like you caught your breath.”
“You’re impossible.”
“I’m still waiting.” He has the audacity to tap his expensive watch.
Oh my God, I’m going to miss him.“I want to see you as often as possible,” I say.If I didn’t have to go back to New York because my puppet master pays my way in life, I’d stay in your bed forever.“I love the idea of coming back to LA without involving my father.” I wish I were independent. “I’m so determined to forge my own way.”
“You will.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to share my plans, but I refrain. I want to do this on my own. It’s time I stood on my own two feet.
The alarm on my phone rings.
Shit.
I rummage for it inside my handbag, and stop the ringing.
I lift my eyes towards him. “I have to check in.”
He growls. “I thought we’d have more time together.”
“We would’ve ifsomeonehadn’t forced me to take a second shower.”
