Sociopath's Obsession(6)

“Then you better find something suitable soon, because I can’t support us forever.” I gave her a look as she hugged me and giggled as if it was a joke. However, this time, I was not joking.

The line was long, consisting mostly of young people. I made my way to the end of the line, dreading all the time we would spend standing here. Truth be told, my body was exhausted from all the work. The only thing I wanted was to curl up on the couch with a good book and, for a few hours, forget about reality. I envisioned a walk in the park after a movie, not a club.

Suddenly, Sophie grabbed my arm and dragged me to the beginning of the line, where we stopped in front of a bouncer who gave a ‘fuck off’ vibe. The dude was massive; his arm seemed the exact same size as my thigh. Frightening, really.

“End of the line,” he growled.

“Come on, handsome. You can’t keep beautiful girls like us waiting now, can you?” Sophie sent her most gorgeous smile his way and leaned a bit in to him so he would have a good look into her cleavage. He completely ignored her innuendo and pointed with his hand to the end of the line again.

“Come on!” she started to whine, and he moved slightly closer to us, his face masked in a scowl with his eyes narrowed.

“You make any more trouble, and I will make sure you’re tossed out permanently.” His voice was low, but the threat was loud enough. Sophie raised her chin and put her hands on her hips, and I groaned inwardly. She was in her all-or-nothing mood, and those never ended well for me.

“Listen, mister—” she started, but I didn't let her finish. What the hell had gotten into her? Any mentioning of Logan’s name made her lose her damn mind.

“Sophie, let’s go.” My voice was apologetic when I addressed the man, “I’m sorry for this. We don’t want any trouble.” His eyes softened a bit when they rested on me, and he was about to say something, when a gruff, husky, and sexy voice spoke from behind him.

My heartbeat started to race. The voice.

“Lance, let them in.” The bouncer tensed then stepped aside to make room for the man with the most beautiful, yet dangerous voice I’d ever heard.

“Oh, my,” Sophie muttered, and I couldn't have agreed with her more.

‘Oh, my’ was right.

The male in front of us was positively one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen, and I’d seen many.

He was perfect.

Gorgeous.

And dangerous.

He had long–slightly below his shoulders—straight, honey-brown hair, which shined like the finest silk. His beautiful amber eyes were covered in long, thick lashes. They would make any girl jealous. He was tall, well above six feet, with broad shoulders and muscles all over. He was lean, but his body was in no way thin. He was wearing black jeans that hugged him perfectly, with a black polo shirt, which almost made him seem like an angel, and his lips were lifted in a smile.

Angel of Death, more accurately, since dark colors dominated his looks.

But what a beautiful angel.

Sophie let go of my arm and strolled over to him, and blood boiled inside me. My hands squeezed into fists, and every cell in my body wanted to push her away from him. The idea of him with her didn't sit well with me, which was crazy, because I’d just met the guy, and it was ridiculous. The only time I’d ever felt like that was when—

A sense of recognition hit me like a ton of bricks.

“Hey, handsome.”

He took a step forward, ignoring Sophie, who narrowed her eyes in annoyance. He came so close to me that I felt his breath on my lips. I was so mesmerized by him, I couldn't have looked away even if I tried. He took my chin in his fingers, his hot skin burning mine, and raised it.

“Gorgeous,” he whispered, but then his gaze hardened into something sinful and intense, which made me almost moan, so I quickly closed my eyes to protect myself from his prying ones. Those eyes.

I would have recognized them anywhere.

The amber in my dreams.

I felt a slight huff of wind on my face, and when I opened my eyes, he was gone.

As though he didn't happen.

Feelings from one year ago hit me hard, almost knocking me down to my knees in its intensity. My chest ached, as though it was ripped open and I was powerless to stop myself from the onslaught of memories running through my eyes. The night that ruined everything in my life but at the same time gave me one perfect moment with my Midnight Stranger.

Once again, I felt as though I’d experienced the biggest loss there was, and it hurt.

Deeply.

I finally acknowledged Sophie, who was shaking my arm.

“Girl that was something! I thought he was about to kiss you. Come on! We can go in now!” she squealed, grabbing me, and we went inside, but she made sure to stop in front of the bouncer first. “Fuck you,” she said. He gave her a scowl and attempted to move toward her, but he was stopped by another bouncer next to him. I swear that girl could be so immature sometimes.