Chapter Twenty-Five
TYLER
Naturally, I’m pulled away by a group of businessmen who want to talk contracts with me. I’d be lying if I said I’m paying attention, because my sister offers Sunny on a silver fucking platter to Connor.
I watch as he takes her hand and presses his lips to her soft skin.
Little does he know my own lips were on hers just weeks ago, and she loved every minute of it.
I wish I could’ve branded myself there, so he’d know to back the fuck off.
You’d think after Halloween he’d get the idea, but Connor was never a bright one.
They share smiles while laughing and playing cornhole and something inside my chest cracks. She smiled for him. So easily she gave him that precious jewel, when I spent weeks, fucking weeks trying to get that.
Connor’s little heart just got broken by the love of his life. The girl he once was convinced he’d marry decided to ride another dick. He isn’t looking for anything serious—he’s looking for a fuck and fling.
Sunny is not that girl. No, someone like Sunny is for fucking life.
Shelby already pissed me off, so I’m not willing to sit here and let this happen tonight. Maybe Mitchell is right, because right now, I’m beyond irrational. Before I can even stop myself, I’m walking towards them.
Friends my fucking ass. Sunny and I are not just friends. We can never be just friends. Connor still tries to make a pass when another man’s damn coat is around her shoulders.
“Sunny, can I speak with you?” I ask.
She looks me up and down. “No.” And continues playing cornhole, ignoring me entirely now.
I can’t decide if I’m turned on or pissed off by her confidence. My little fire is learning just how much power she has over me. I’m about to show her just how much power I have, too.
Connor observes us with a smug smile. I never liked the guy, and when I look at him, I plan out all the ways I’ll make him pay for this. The first being cutting his hands off, the last will be carving his eyes out so that he can see everything I do to him, first.
“Sunny, please,” I say through gritted teeth, giving her one last chance before I snap.
“Tyler, no.” She tosses a sack and scores. “Yes!” she cheers, acting as if I’m not standing here like a fucking puppy dog begging for her attention.
Leaning my head back, I look up at the sky. If I don’t fucking do something, she’ll be going home with Connor tonight, and I’m not about to let that happen. She’s going to be pissed, because I’m about to be the biggest cock block of her life.
Despite my fuming rage, I keep my calm demeanor as I stalk over to her and sling her over my shoulder in one simple swoop.
“Tyler!” she yells. She beats my back with her fists, fighting my hold. It’s laughable, honestly. All our training down the drain in this single moment.
Turning to Connor, I smile. “Have a good night, Connor.”
And I take what’s mine.