Rosie's Obsession

Chapter 27 — Bad Liar

The ride back home was filled with an uncomfortable silence.

I stared at the passing scenery outside the window, while Henry drove.

“I feel like you're angry,” Henry said, breaking the silence inside the car.

“You feel?” I mocked.

He exhaled heavily.

“Don't tell me this has something to do with Linda—”

“Oh, it's Linda now, huh? You're suddenly on a nickname basis.”

Fucking Linda.

As if they were still close enough to shorten names and reminisce over coffee.

Annoyance etched into his features.

“You're not seriously blaming me are you?”

“And why shouldn't I blame you? After all, your gentlemanly act is what gives them the balls to flirt with you.”

He rolled his eyes.

“What would you have me do, Rosie? Frown or scream at every lady who walks up to me?”

“Yes,” I deadpanned. “I would be glad if you'd stop smiling at every f*****g lady you meet.”

“That is insanely absurd, Rosie.”

“Whatever,” I muttered, staring back at the window.

And so, the silence returned, stretching between us.

I watched the passing streetlights blur together outside the car window while Belinda’s voice replayed endlessly in my head.

(At least give me a hug.)

Fucking witch.

Every time I remembered the way she touched his chest, my annoyance only deepened.

She should've just come out and say she wanted a feel of his hard muscles—

Focus, Rosie.

You're angry, remember.

Finally—

The car rolled to a stop in the garage.

I stormed out, heading for the door.

“Rosie,” Henry called, running after me.

“I’m not in the mood, Henry.” I yelled, pulling open the door as I walked into the house.

“At least give me a perfect reason for this attitude of yours.”

Oh, he did not.

Heat rushed through me instantly.

The sheer audacity almost made me laugh.

As if I was simply overreacting for no reason.

I turned around sharply.

“Attitude?”

“Yes, Rosie.” Henry replied, stopping in front of me.

“So you think I'm just throwing a tantrum like a child?”

“I didn't say that,” he sighed, shoulders sagging tiredly.

“Attitude equals tantrum, and tantrum equals child.”

He shook his head, muttering obscenities under his breath.

“For f**k's sake, Henry. I only ask that you have some respect for my mum.”

“You know damn well that I respect your mother.” He groaned, rubbing his palm over his face.

“Are you faithful to her? I'm willing to bet if I check your phone I'm going to see messages from tons of women.”

He rolled his eyes, turning away from me.

“What? Cat got your tongue?”

“You know I am faithful to your mother, Rosie,” Henry replied, exasperated.

“Oh really?” I mocked, “So faithful that you'd finger f**k her daughter?”

He scoffed.

“You're a different case, Rosie.”

The words settled heavily between us.

Different case?

Like that somehow made this entire situation better.

Like it somehow excused the fact that he was engaged to my mother while touching me behind closed doors.

Not like I didn't like it.

Still…

“How so?”

“Is this whole thing about your mum or about you?”

“Don't change the subject, gentleman.” I fired back.

He leaned on the door, staring at me.

“Would you rather I stopped pleasuring you?”

The damned bastard.

I hated how easily he twisted every argument until I no longer knew what I was upset about.

Because the worst part was—

He wasn't entirely wrong.

Tears of frustration prickled at the back of my eyes.

“Go f**k yourself, Henry.” I muttered, walking away.

“Rosie.” Henry called.

I ignored him, making my way to my room.

Footsteps rushed after me.

Then—

His fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulling me flush against him.

My body hummed in response.

Nipples tightening.

Pussy clenching in need.

His left arm curled around my waist while the other held my wrist close to his chest.

“Calm down, will you?” Henry murmured, resting his forehead against mine.

And just like yesterday in his room…

My body listened.

My lips quivered slightly, as I fought back tears.

Being this close to him always ruined my ability to stay angry properly.

His cologne wrapped around me effortlessly, clouding my thoughts until all I could focus on was the warmth of his body against mine.

“Why do you always stress me out?” Henry asked softly.

“Because it's always like this with you.” I mumbled, turning my gaze from his.

His fingers released my wrist, then curled under my chin as he turned my gaze back to his.

“Your obvious jealousy is endearing,” Henry said, chuckling softly.

“I'm not jealous.” I huffed, trying to turn away from him, but his fingers beneath my chin held me in place.

“Hmm… it's not very ladylike to lie, Rosie.”

“I'm not lying—”

Henry tsked, fingers leaving my chin… trailing from my waist and stopping at my thighs.

“You're telling me…” he paused, fingers moving further into my thighs.

Focus Rosie.

What were we arguing about—

“That you aren't dripping wet for me right now.” He leaned closer, licking my earlobe as his fingers found my c**t.

Oh God…

My body trembled slightly, and I pressed my lap together for more friction.

“So what if I'm jealous?” I murmured.

His gaze darkened slightly.

Fingers tightening almost imperceptibly against my waist.

I gritted my teeth, as my body begged me to succumb—but I refused.

“I at least have the balls to show that I want you and that I don't like anyone flirting with you.”

“You know I—”

“Henry! Rosie!”

Shit