Chapter Eighty-Seven: Harder Than I Thought

Despite planning dinner with Alyss, thoughts of her with another man bothered me. I was aware she had been with other men, but tonight was the first time I'd actually met one. The fact that he's a friend of mine adds to the challenge. It bothers me to think about any man being involved with her, whether in the past, present, or future.

I am aware that coping with this is difficult; we are alone. Later, my possessive nature will kick in. There will be a strong inclination to remind her of who she belongs with, though she may not need a reminder. It will provide one nonetheless.

Hurrying to my friend's restaurant, I imagined dragging her into the bathroom to... well, you know.

"This hand is incredible," she says between bites. An incredible chef. I'm not surprised by how delicious it is.

Did she think about me at any point while they were together? They were colleagues. Well, that's what they tell me. Perhaps it's the math. It may not be, but some of them have a... connection.

"Without a doubt," she agrees, a slight grin on her face.

Blermords make me clench my grip on my fork. I take a deep breath to compose myself before making any dish decisions. Alyss wasn't joking when she mentioned the menu she'd created.

"Do you fancy some dessert?"

"Only if you share. I won't manage a whole one myself." She pours me some wine.

I smile at her, my poet and muse. "We can share, but I'll need a kiss from you."

She playfully rolls her eyes at me. I raise my eyebrow. Before I have a chance to comment, she reaches over and silences me with her lips in a sweet kiss. Knowing her plan worked, I moan and place my hand on her cheek, kissing her back.

Alyssa's hand travels up my thigh as the kiss intensifies. She smirks, pulls back, and sits on her chair, finishing her meal. She looks at me intently, her lashes fluttering. "I'm not sure what you're waiting for. You should finish dinner so we can order dessert."

I shake my head. If you don't, I'm leaving, heading back to my place, and enjoying a different type of entertainment.

Her lagi pričas a soft whimper as she presses her thigh against mine.

I lift my glass, smirking. "I'm in the mood for chocolate cake right now," she laughs.

They take our plates away, handing us dessert. She leans closer. "Sle you dang?"

She raids the menu. She looks at me. She remains silent, a sly smile playing on her lips. Why is she looking at me like that? I shift nervously in my chair.

"Handwin," she whispers, pressing her cheek against mine.

She pulls away and studies the menu. That avoids any awkward questions. It's possible she got a promotion. It happens. I sit back and relax.

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She takes her chair back to its spot. After we're done with dessert, we can go back to my place.

I want to use the bathroom before we leave. I notice Oliver at the bar. Where did he come from all of a sudden? I thought he wouldn't be available for a chat. They are talking and laughing. Easy comes to me as I observe them. And they're recalling the time they spent together. I feel my stomach tense, and my hands clench tightly.

I quicken my pace.

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Yes, we can get something arranged.

“I will look forward to it. Alissa, you are more than welcome to join us.”

The Bushes has a charming smile for her. He's naturally flirtatious and can't control it, but I dislike how he's directing it at Alyssa.

Alisema a mile and goes to her. “Thank you. Congratulations on the restaurant. I wish you success.”

She takes my hand, interlocks our fingers, and possessively draws her near.

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Ahead: “Wyan, it’s me. There is no need for you to be concerned. Ave no mason to worry about Aly with any other man. I smirk. how Lam.

He pats my back. “I have no doubt about that nt of your night.”

He gives me another smile and vanishes into the kitchen. I rush Alyss outside. She drops my hand, and I look at her, confused. She appears...

wasn’t necessary. He is your damn errand.

“Even if he’s a friend, everyone has to acknowledge that you are mine.”

She shakes her head. “I don’i mind how pre and p you are over me, Wyan. I like that you look out and protect me, but there is a line, and you just crossed it.”

How did I...? You’re usually not bothered by it. Is it because it’s him?

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Kunning her fingers through her hair, she releases a sigh of frustration. “Take me home, please. I am not in the mood for this edding Brigidly my thou “You are supposed su come back pr muter.”

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