I stepped forward, heading their way, when Carly grabbed my shirt and pulled me back.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her hand fisting to hold me in place.
I twisted, slipping out of my shirt and stalking away.
“Kye, what are you doing? You can’t just go hit him.”
“I’m not.”
“Then what are you doing?” Scout yelled.
“Following them.”
“You can’t stalk her,” Carly said.
“Like fuck I can’t.”
They headed towards the biggest haunted house, and I could only laugh. She hated scary things, but came here with him? And there he was, hoping she was going to cling to him because of it.
I grabbed a cheap mask off of one of the vendor tables, throwing a twenty down without stopping.
There was no chance in hell that she was going to be clinging to him. Daisy wasn’t even going to make it through the entire haunted house with him.
Before she even had a chance, I was going to take her.
TWENTY-FIVEDAISY
I was about five seconds from having a full-on meltdown.
The screaming, the chainsaws, the strobing lights. Every second was pushing me closer to breaking down and hiding in a corner.
I moved to the wall, clenching my fists as Mark got lost in the crowd, not seeming to notice I wasn’t with him anymore.
I was frozen, my fear taking over, just like this place was designed to do.
Then it got worse. Arms wrapped around me, ripping me back into the dark.
I screamed, but there was no use in this place. The sound blended in perfectly.
“You’re not supposed to touch me!” I screamed in panic as a door shut, sealing us into a back room.
“I’m the only one that’s supposed to be touching you,” he whispered into my ear, the heat of his breath making a ripple of pleasure move through me.
I took a deep breath as I sagged against him. “Kye. What are you doing? We shouldn’t be back here,” I said as he pulled me further into the dark. The music was muffled now, but I could still hear everything, the sounds of fake chainsaws and screams making me shudder.
He turned me around and pushed me up against the wall. I didn’t come face-to-face with Kye, though, I came face-to-face with another terrifying mask.
“Why are you wearing that?” I yelled.
“So they didn’t bother me sneaking around to grab you.” He ripped it off, throwing it into a dark corner of the room.
I stopped shaking the moment I saw his face. The twisted pain and anger made me wish I could take a step back, but I was trapped, caged in by the man hunting me, apparently.
“You’re here on a date with another guy?”
“Yes.”
“I thought we were supposed to be dating.”
“I told you the lie can be over, Kye. It’s been long enough. I will be fine. We got into that fight and haven’t talked all week. It’s already been over.”
He leaned down, whispering in my ear. “I wasn’t done.”
His teeth found my neck, biting and licking his way to my mouth before taking it, kissing it like it was his.
“I don’t like my girlfriend on a date with another guy. It is making me want to commit acts of violence towards a guy who probably doesn’t even know he’s here with my girlfriend.”
“I’m not your—”
“You are.”
I let out a deep breath, trying to find words when his lips were back on my neck.
“I was on a date to forget about you and move on, not to piss you off, and not to get you in a back room for this.”
“And did it work? Did you think about me at all?”
He pushed against me now, his cock hard against my leg. The crude position in a back room should feel just like that, crude, but Kye never made me feel like anything we did was wrong.
