Page 34 of Quiet Obsession
“It means she’s angry and guarded, unsure how to center herself. Maybe she’s waiting for someone who won’t fold.”
Our conversation stops abruptly when the patio door slides open and Millie walks out, wrapped in Noah’s hoodie. My fingers tighten around the armrest, but then I think about the way her body stilled when I grabbed her wrist. How quickly she sat down and took a bite out of the slice, chewing like a good girl.
In that moment, her obedience scared the hell out of me.
Now? Now it turns me on.
I subtly adjust my cock, loathing myself that much more. She’s my best friend’s—mybrother by choice’s—little sister. The last thing I should imagine is Millie in my bed, at my mercy...
Hyde will use a tire iron to wrench my spine through my ass if I get anywhere near his sister.
And it’s just a matter of time.
11
Creed
“Picked a target yet?” Noah asks, settling down in my dorm room, beer in hand.
We’ve been back at Gravemont for a few days. The first fight is next week, and as the reigning champion, I get to challenge my opponent, but so far, I’ve got nothing.
I’ve been too busy pulling my thoughts away from Millie to wonder whose face I want to redecorate with my fists. She’s still not talking to me. Always zips her lips whenever I’m around. What’s more, she’s been avoiding me, rushing away whenever I’m in her sightline.
It’s starting to really piss me off.
Her silence feels like judgment. Like fucking punishment, and I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve it or what she sees when she looks at me. A simplehiwould be enough. It’d hold me over for a while if she gave me oneword like she gives Noah and Dash. I want to know the sound of her voice.
I’ve been obsessing over it long enough.
“Not yet,” I answer Noah’s question, peeling the label off my beer bottle. “Who do you think I should mark?”
We don’t usually spend time in my room. I like my space clean, private, and empty, but Noah dragged Hyde over, the latter ticking like a bomb because he spotted a bottle of sleeping pills in Millie’s bag at dinner. Noah stopped him before he demanded an explanation.
He always knows what to do...
Him and Dash dragged Hyde in here and my best friend was beside himself, which is understandable, given Millie’s history with pills. Still, getting in her face wouldn’t do either of them any good, which is what Noah and I have been drilling into his head for the last forty minutes.
“Talk to her when you’re not fucking fuming,”Noah clipped.“You go back there now and all you’ll accomplish is another argument.”
I’d be lying if Millie walking around campus with sleeping pills isn’t concerning, but Hyde mentioned that the label readTrazodoneand we dove into research. It’s primarily an antidepressant, prescription only, and the overdose threshold is very high.
Thankfully, that convinced Hyde to sit his ass down in my armchair. He hasn’t moved since, shoulders as tense as his jaw.
“I hear Felix is looking for a way to provoke you intoa rematch,” Dash pipes in. “Why don’t you just kick his ass again? It’s not like he has a fucking chance.”
“I go into that cage looking for the challenge. Going against the guy I knocked out in record time won’t be that.”
A knock on the door makes my eyebrows pinch. Everyone who’s supposed to be here is here. I don’t think Millie knows which room is mine.
“Who’s that?” I ask when Dash springs up, grinning from ear to ear.
“I invited Millie’s roommate. She’s a real doll.”
“Aren’t all the girls you fuck real dolls?” Noah mutters, taking a long swig of his whiskey.
Fuck, I want a drink, too.
The bottle stands on my coffee table, half-empty, and I keep stealing glances at the cool, amber liquid and the crystal glass beside it. I could have one. Maybe two. Just enough to stop the obsessive thoughts and the buzzing inside my skull.
