“What about Davey? Pretty sure he wouldn’t mind grabbing his boyfriend, and you, some food.”
She’s silent for a second. Then I hear the phone rustling against her hand, her muffled voice talking to someone near her.
“He’s out. Sick.”
“He’s sick?” I question, knowing damn well that she’s full of shit but curious enough to wonder what she’s playing out.
“Yup. So Fat Jacks?”
“Dee, cut to the chase. What are you up to?”
“Shit,” she hisses.
I can hear Sway yelling at her in the distance a few seconds before the phone is clearly ripped from her hands.
“Asher, you tall glass of water, did you miss me? Of course you did. Look, what Dee here is so clearly terrible at is subtlety. I’m going to be honest with you, okay?”
“Yeah.” As curious as I am, I can feel it coming. I just know that whatever is coming is going to set some sort of ball rolling, especially if Sway has a part in it. I just have to hope it’s a calm situation they’re about to get me into.
“Sway here has noticed recently that you’ve got those sexy cerulean eyes trained on our fine little Chelcie. Oh yes, I noticed those fireworks shooting all over the place, and it’s a wonder no one got burned. So Sway here is doing you a favor, darling. I just got word from little miss Denise that Chelcie is currently on a date. As we speak, she’s sitting that lush body down and having a meat-filled lunch. So if you want to make sure the only meat she’s partaking in is the burger variety, I suggest you take those hot buns and get over to Fat Jacks. You got that, love?”
That ball that’s been sitting in my gut, slowly burning hotter at each word he has spoken, is starting to uncoil, spreading a wrath like no other to have spread throughout my body. My woman is out with another man? Oh. Hell. No.
I click the phone off before grabbing my keys and storming out the door. Maddox looks up from grabbing his duffel off the floor, his eyes questioning the mood that is following me out the door. I vaguely hear him remind me that I’m watching Cat again until he gets home. Not willing to waste a single second on the fucking elevator, I start running at full speed down the twenty-seven flights of stairs.
The only thing I have my mind set on is getting to Fat Jacks as quickly as I can and claiming MY woman.
For fucking good.
CHAPTER 11
Chelcie
He’s still looking at my toes.
My skin is crawling with the way he’s looking at my poor toes. I’ve tried everything to shift his attention from my feet, but he literally just moved closer and is looking under the table . . . at my feet.
I’m cursing my outfit now. Earlier today, it seemed like a good idea to wear the cute, new open-toed flats I’d picked up. I haven’t worn them yet, and I loved the way my red-painted toes peeked out of the shoe. They made me feel sexy before. Now, all I want to do is find about ten pairs of socks and hide my feet for the rest of my life.
“Oh God, flex them again,” he slurs.
I wouldn’t have been able to stop the gag that came bubbling out if I’d had a gun pointed to my head.
“Please stop,” I beg.
“Let me touch them,” he wheezes, and before I can stop him, he has my ankle in his hands, my foot in his lap, and my shoe popped off and he is basically masturbating my big toe.
The burger I had so lovingly devoured not even ten minutes ago is churning in my stomach. Unwilling to cause a scene, I squeeze my eyes closed and pray that I will just die on spot.
“Get your fucking hands off my woman.”
My eyes snap open at the venom-filled voice at my back.
“Drop her goddamn foot now before I rip your hands off your body.”
The danger in his threat causes me to shiver, and his hand is immediately at the base of my neck. His fingers curl and flex against my skin, causing me to shiver again. All thoughts of my poor, molested toes completely fly out the window.
“Being as she is here as my date, I think it’s safe to say that she isn’t your woman.”
Oh what an idiot.
“You have two goddamn seconds to remove your hands before I take your fingers and break each one. Then, when I’m done, I’ll snap your wrist before moving to your fucking elbows. And if I feel like being nice, I might leave your arms at that. She. Is. Mine.”
I try to remove my foot from his hold, but his fingers clamp tightly around my ankle, causing me to whimper from the pain. Neither one of them notices, but as the tension climbs between the two of them, Phil’s fingers get tighter and tighter.