Tom R

The party was at one of my hotels in London. 60th floor. Panoramic view. Champagne flowing like water.

And me, surrounded by businessmen, models, flashes.

But my attention wasn't on any of that.

I was in it.

Amélie wore a silver dress, fitted to her delicate figure. Her hair fell in golden waves over her shoulders. She looked like a little doll… a little doll playing with fire.

Because he was laughing.

Too much.

With a guy I didn't know.

Tall. Blonde. Hand on her waist.

My jaw tightened.

"Relax," Harry murmured beside me. "It's not your property."

I didn't answer.

But my eyes kept watching as the guy leaned in to whisper something in her ear… and she laughed.

She laughed.

Like before, he used to laugh with me.

I felt something dark rise up my chest.

I walked towards them.

I didn't say hello. I didn't ask for permission.

I simply placed my hand on her waist, wrapping it around her. My palm covered almost her entire hip.

"Am I interrupting?" My voice came out low. Cold.

She looked up at me.

Challenging.

—A little, Riddle.

The guy recognized me.

—Oh… you are—

—Yes—I interrupted him—. It's me.

Awkward silence.

—We were just talking— said Amélie, innocently.

-I see.

My thumb drew a slow circle over her waist. She tensed slightly.

"Does it bother you?" he whispered, just to me.

-A lot.

The boy took a step back.

—I think I'll go for another drink.

When he left, she tried to move away.

I didn't leave her.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

—Same as you.

-Flirt?

I brought it closer.

—Reminding you who you're playing with.

Her green eyes sparkled.

—I'm not playing around.

—Don't lie.

—I am not yours, Alexander.

That's when I exploded.

I turned her towards me, pressing her against my body. She fit perfectly against my chest.

—But you still react as if you were.

Breathing against breathing.

"Let me go," he murmured.

—Tell me you don't care.

Silence.

His fingers gripped my jacket.

-I hate you.

—Not enough.

And I kissed her.

Not soft.

Not slow.

A kiss filled with jealousy, anger, and something that never went away.