Even if she was the daughter of some wealthy emerald mine owner, which was actually another reason we’d never work out—not that I needed more of those. She didn’t know the meaning of hard work. She just sat there, getting more and more wealthy off her dad’s blood money.

Or maybe it’s because every time you fucked her, you wished she was a little more petite and blonder.

Fuck. I wanted to strangle the voice in my head for that comment.

“What do you want?” I asked, not beating around the bush any longer.

“You know what I want,” she said, her eyes narrowing and her hand back on me, my forearm this time. “It’s never changed. I want you. Father expects me to marry someone soon, and I don’t want some random⁠—”

I let out a huff of a laugh and pushed her hand off me. What’s with it and her thinking she has a right to touch me?

“I don’t want anything to do with you,” I hissed. “I thought I made that clear a long time ago.”

She gave me a pout that I guessed was supposed to make me be a bit more forgiving toward her, but it did the exact opposite.

“But Warren…”

How had I gotten involved with her? How could I have ever thought she would help me forget Addi?

I instantly looked around for the woman who was controlling my every thought.

I’m fucked.

Just one look. I just need one look.

But looking at Addi was a mistake. She and her little friend had changed positions. They were closer, in fact. Too close. I saw red.

Her hand was on his arm, a soft look on her face that she would never give me in a million years. He was looking at her like he was fucking starstruck or something. Like he was the center of her world. Like he would bottle up everything she wanted in the world and give it to her as a gift.

Why are they so close? Was Addi not clear about the contract?

Fuck the contract.

We came here together; her hands are not going to be on another man.

Anger burned inside me, the heat of it licking at my skin and threatening to make my head explode with the intensity of it.

Him placing his hand on hers was the final straw.

I lifted my hand to Darla to stop her from continuing, but my legs were already moving of their own accord, bringing me across the space in seconds. My hand latched onto Addi’s wrist, and I pulled her away from him without so much as a second thought.