The green-eyed monster that raged in me suddenly calmed when she walked in and jumped out of her skin at one of the dummies to the left of her. She threw a hand over her heart and giggled along with Louisa. A sound left my own chest where, in a moment of madness, I laughed along with them.
Shit, I had to focus. She was doing her voodoo magic on me again without even fucking realizing it. She wasn’t someone to admire, to laugh with, to do the hearts and flowers thing with. She was my nemesis, my focal point for destruction—nothing else. I had to get my shit together and concentrate on the plan.
The moment she calmed, she and Louisa walked to the bar and ordered their drinks. With sickening interest, I sat there. I was practically drooling at the sight of her, and the only thing I wanted was to take her like I always did. Possess her, own her, remind her to whom she belonged. To whom she will always belong. But I also had to remind myself of the reason I was there. I had this dire need to take as much as I could from her. She needed to know there was no escape, even after I was long gone.
So, I sat and waited, biding my time, watching her as she slowly got a little tipsy. They danced, they giggled, they looked like they were having a good time. There were a few moments that guys tried to cut in and dance with her, but I was glad to see she turned them all down. Maybe I was rubbing off on her.
It wasn’t until about an hour or so in that I made my move. I emerged from the shadows, leaving my beer on the table. I wasn’t here to drink. I was here to watch. I was here to take my prize.
Tyler was a little closer to me on the dance floor than she was before. If she looked my way, she would undoubtedly see me. I watched and waited for another ten minutes as she danced and swayed to the music. She seemed a little intoxicated by the rhythm.
It was about halfway through the song that I had made arrangements to send my message. I had no doubt that she would look up the minute she heard the song.
Just as I had planned, the song came to an end and my song came blaring through the speakers. She froze and I could see her eyes widening as The Police sang “Every Breath You Take”.
On instinct, she searched the room and, just as I had planned, her eyes fell on me. I could see the sparkle of recognition in those hazel eyes of hers. They captured mine, and even though she couldn’t see me, I knew I had captured her. She knew who I was. She knew I was here to claim her.
As she watched me, I made my move around the room. I was deliberately slow so she could take in every move I made. Louisa was dancing with that Pete guy, completely oblivious.
As I circled the room like a lion ready to pounce, another animal, bordering on domestic fucking cat, stepped behind Tyler and grabbed her by the waist for a dance. I thought she was going to tell him no, like the others, but she looked at me, challengingly, and accepted the man’s advances.
My blood boiled. Every instinct in my body was telling me to rip that man’s throat apart, to cut off his fucking hands because he dared to touch what was mine.
As I gripped my fists tightly, I watched as she bore daggers into me. She closed her eyes and started swaying against him, running her fingers through his hair. I knew why she was doing this. I knew why the sudden change in heart. She was trying to punish me. I didn’t know who she thought she was, but I was certainly going to show her soon enough.
Trying to calm myself, I walked again, slowly, deliberately, edging closer and closer to my target. Tyler opened her eyes, trying to find me. When she did, she smiled coyly and carried on wiggling that gorgeous ass of hers into this jerk-offs crotch. Every part of me wanted to punch this guy’s lights out, but I think Tyler secretly hoped for a scene. She was hoping I would lose my cool. What she didn’t realise was how dangerous I really could be. I could snap this man’s neck before she could even blink. I could crush his windpipe within a fraction of a second. My hand would move so fast, she wouldn’t even register that he was dead until she gazed down and found his eyes bore no semblance of a soul.
So I moved slowly, trying to keep my pace despite the fact I was ready to blow every time this man placed a hand on her hip or trailed his fingers down her arm. I walked, just as controlled as before, until I reached my target. I tapped his back, motioning for him to beat it. He did what I thought he would and shrugged me off like I was some kind of nuisance. So, I grabbed his fingers, crushed them until I could feel the snap, and watched as his face turned bright red from the pain. I could have admired the sight for a little longer, but I had much bigger fish to fry.
Tyler turned, saw that I had my hand on his, and watched as Teddy came and took him away. To say her face looked shocked was an understatement. She knew my power now and it made my dick throb harder than ever.