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“Please help me,” I beg as I push to my tiptoes, stretching to loop my arms around his thick neck. This guy is even bigger than I thought. He could crush me like a bug under his boot and no one would be the wiser. Still, he feels safer than the monster that lurks under the fancy suit behind me. “Play along.” I beg against his neck when he bends for me, body curving around mine like a shield. “Pretend you’re my boyfriend. Please.”
To my utter shock and surprise, a big hand lifts from where it’s settled against my hips to spear my hair, fingers curling in the wavy mass to tug my head back just enough he can look in my eyes.
His face is close, so close as he inspects me. I can’t help but do the same to him, Antonio almost, but not entirely forgotten as I do.
I think my belly just flipped.
He’s ruggedly beautiful, all angular cuts and jagged pieces fitted together to concoct this menacingly, sinfully beautiful specimen of man. A new thrillpulses along my spine, entirely owed to him—and not bad at all.
Still, there’s no time for feelings as Antonio catches up to us, and I push deeper into the big man, letting my voice project over the music as I exclaim, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
Frosted blue eyes sweep my face, and my heart pounds.
Please play along. Please, please, play along.
The hand that stayed on my hip moves to band around my waist, and he tugs me flush against his body. He’s hardeverywhere. No joke, I can feel every rock-hard angle of muscle against his torso and in his arms—and it’sa lot. The man is built for violence.
“Sunshine.” He dips his head so his firm lips brush against my ear, but I can sense his eyes are on Antonio at my back. “Who is the asshole?”
Good Heavens, the man has an accent. Russian, I think.
It—tickles me. Warms me.
I shake off the thought, because I’m not here to grow a crush for a man I’ll never see again. I’m here to ditch a man I never should have been with in the first place.
Head. In. The. Game, Nevaeh.
“My ex,” my voice rattles, even though I give it my all to keep it steady. “The one I was telling you about. The one who won’t leave me alone.”
The band of iron that is his arm around the small of my back gives a dangerous little pulse that has my own pulse skittering to a stop before resuming at breakneck speed.
“Is that right?” Danger curls around his words. His accent only accentuating the dark threat that lurks just below the surface, ready to devour whole if Antonio doesn’t heed it. This man is like a sea beast lurking in the black waters of the open ocean at night, a strike away from total annihilation.
I think even Antonio, with his ego bigger than the whole State, senses he’s skating over thin, cracking ice.
Still, because he has an ego bigger than sense, I hear his voice demand, “Who’s the joke, Ne?”
I don’t look over my shoulder. “My boyfriend. Move on, Antonio. I have.”
“Six weeks ago, you wore my ring on your finger,” he reminds me hotly, and I feel my big protector stiffen just a bit. I’m not sure if it’s at Antonio’s words or the fact I’ve spun around in his arms to face my despicable ex.
With the big guy at my back, I throw back at Antonio. “Six weeks ago, I walked in to find your dick down my best friend’s throat.” A growl rumbles from the deep of my big protector’s chest, and I shiver. “I haven’t worn your ring since, and I won’t wear it again. Go. Away.”
“This isn’t over?—”
“It’s very over,” my big protector clips roughly. “You had her, you were an idiot, and you lost her. Now, she’s mine.” His voice gets lower, more threatening. I’m still stuck on the rough ‘she’s mine’ that has somehow knocked over my jar of sensibility to spill every marble of it on the floor because,I like the sound of that. Big guy continues, “I know when I’ve got a good thing, and I don’t share. So, you take the hint now and fuck off, or I’ll explain things in a way I’m confident you’ll understand.”
“Is that a threat?” Antonio demands, his shoulders stiff under his suit jacket.
I feel Big Guy shrug. “If it needs to be.”
“I’m the son of Senator Diaz.” I can’t help rolling my eyes. Antonio has always loved playing this card. “You can’t threaten me.”
“I don’t give a fuck who you are. Only that you’re harassing my woman,” Big Guy says icily. “She’s made it clear she doesn’t want you. You don’t respect that; it’ll be my job to show you how to respect that. Understood?”
Antonio looks between me and Big Guy, disgust curling his lips in the moment before he spits, “You’ll regret this, Ne. It won’t be long before you come crawling back to me?—”
Big Guy chuckles a dark, decadently sinful sound. “Only man she’ll be crawling for is me.”
