CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TRAVIS
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I’ve driven past Brook’s apartment building three times this week so far. I don’t like this feeling. I would prefer her to be in my bed, naked and pressed against my body.
I’ve never wanted to commit to a woman, and I don’t think that’s what this is. Brook not wanting a relationship just makes her a challenge.
That’s all this is.
I slow and watch the florist carry the orchid into her building and smil—
What the fuck?
Brooklyn and a man stand outside her building hugging.
Beep!
Horns start blaring.
“Fuck!” I curse, refusing to look away as the two of them continue embracing and the guy rubs her arm.
Who the fuck is he?
“Get your fucking hands off her.” I growl, though no one else can hear me. Fury blasts through me as I try to get out of traffic and park.
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
Fucking New York City.
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
I put my foot on the gas. Possession fills every cell in my body as I weave through the frustratingly slow traffic and breathe in through my nose and out my fucking mouth.
That shit doesn’t work.
I don’t care who that asshole is, Brooklyn McKenna is mine.
No. Shit. Not mine forever, just mine now.
I’m her goddamn knight in shining black fucking armor.
Until I say so.
Fuck this. New rule: I. Do. Not. Share.
I won’t share her .
And it’s time Brook and all the men in this city understood that.