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Chapter 90 of "Vicious Obsession" starts unfolding: “Okay. Guess where I am right now?” I asked, jumping on a way to divert... Discover more!
“Okay. Guess where I am right now?” I asked, jumping on a way to divert his attention.
“I’m guessing somewhere you shouldn’t be?”
“That would be right. I’m going to find my stuff tonight, even if I have to deconstruct your room to find it.”
I could hear Brody’s smirk in his tone. “Well, in that case, I can guarantee that you won’t find it.”
“Wait, so it’s not in your room? Interesting. Just when I was going to hide your jersey as payback. This thing is huge, by the way. Like, Hulk-sized. Maybe time to lay off those protein shakes.”
Brody was quiet, then when he spoke, his voice was even more gravelly than usual. “Do you have it on?”
“What?”
“My jersey. Do you have it on?”
Something twisted inside me at his drop in tone. It sent shivers through me.
“What if I do? You stole my stuff, so I’m stealing yours,” I goaded him.
“Let me see.” His command came immediately.
I didn’t know what to say. I just gripped the phone tighter.
“Put your video on.”
“Why?”
“I want to see my jersey on you.”
“Okay, weirdo,” I breathed. My heart raced at this point.
He ignored my stalling tactics.
“I’m waiting,” he said. There was a rustling sound, like he’d sat down somewhere soft, like a bed.
“So controlling,” I muttered and dropped the phone onto the leather ottoman in the middle of the closet.
I took my T-shirt off before I could overthink how weird this was. Leaving just my bra and jeans, I pulled the jersey on, then picked up my phone and clicked on the video icon.
Brody’s face came into view. He was lying back on a bed and holding his phone above his face.
“Let me see,” Brody instructed.
I tilted the camera so it scanned over my body, down to my feet and then back up. My face grew hot and my skin was scratchy all over. The smell of Brody rose from the jersey, clean linen and that expensive sandalwood and pine scent.
“Let me see properly, heathen,” he said.
I didn’t have to follow his orders. I didn’t have to do any of this.
But the truth was… I wanted to.
I set the phone on one of the shelves and backed away.
“See? Huge,” I said.
Brody was silent a moment. “What’s with the jeans? Lose them. You’re not really getting payback for me stealing your clothes if you’re not naked in mine, are you?”
Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound.