Page 158 of So This Is War
And before I can say anything, they head back toward the private rooms.
No, that wasn’t supposed to happen.
He’s not supposed to go back there with her. He’s supposed to . . . hell, what is he supposed to do?
Break.
That’s what. I got so lost in sensation that I forgot what was going on. He was supposed to see me with her and want me, not her. And from the way he was watching me, I could have sworn he was going to ask me to be with him.
I look over at them and notice that his hand is now wrapped aroundherneck.He’s claiming her.
Which means, he’s no longer claiming me.
My stomach churns with anxiety.
Anxiety over Levi being with someone other than me.
With him being turned on by anyone other than me.
With him even touching another woman,notme.
My eyes well up with frustration.
With irritation.
With apprehension that if I don’t do something, if I don’t make a move, he’ll fuck Samantha. Despite his attraction to me, he’ll realize that he can and will find someone else...as if I’m invisible.Replaceable.God knows my mom found it just as easy to walk away from me as if I meant nothing.
I shouldn’t be so emotionally invested in this, but I fucking like Levi Posey.We click in so many ways, more than I have with any other guy. And if he does this, and I know I won’t cope—I’ll have to give up my job.Is that what he wants? Me gone?Was this not a game to him? Does he want me gone too?
Do not let her off the hook. Don’t let her skate by. I want you to make her life a living hell, got it?
And mainly, don’t forget that she’s completely off limits.
No, I refuse to believe Levi truly doesn’t want me.
Please choose me, Levi.
I hurry through the couches after them.
I trip over the leg of a patron watching someone in one of the windows, but I regain my balance and adjust my top as I make my way down the hall, where I find Levi leading Samantha into a back room. I chase them, and right before the door closes, I stop it with my hand.
“Wait,” I say, feeling breathless.
Levi parts the door slightly and offers me a questioning brow. “What?” he asks.
I wet my lips and muster all the courage I can find. “Don’t fuck her, Levi. Please . . . please don’t fuck her.”
He straightens up and asks, “Why?”
“Because.” I twist my hands over my clutch as I try to find my words.
“Because. Why?” he asks, this time, taking a step forward and lifting my chin with his finger, forcing me to look at him.
“Because I don’t want you fucking her.”
“Why not?” He’s not letting me get away with evasiveness. When I don’t respond right away, he believes I won’t answer and starts to shut the door again.
But I don’t let him as I step inside the room where I spot Samantha sitting on the edge of the bed, hands propped behind her, enjoying the show between Levi and me.
