Page 17 of Overdosed: Her Dark Side
He stood there, gawking at me with the kind of stare that could kill. The next second, he was looming over me, and I felt helpless under his intense gaze. “Why do you have Callan’s last name?” His hiss raised goosebumps on my skin.
He completely ignored the receptionist, who didn’t seem to know what to do with herself. Neither did I. He was never supposed to find out about any of this. And now, one of my secrets was out.
“Come with me.” He gripped my elbow, trying to drag me with him.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I yanked out, turning to Kat. “Please notify Mr. Vergoossen that I’m here.
Before she reacted, I was trapped in Shane’s arms again. “I am the Mr. Vergoossen you want to talk to now.” He moved closer, our faces mere inches apart. “You’ll either go with me of your own will, or I’ll carry you myself. You know I have a way of doing that.”
“Oh, yes? Then drag me… because I’m not going anywhere.”
Was that a dare? Yes, it was. Perhaps, I enjoyed this game a little. A little more than I should. I liked to get under his skin.
With a swift tilt of his head, as if accepting the challenge, Shane slid me over his shoulder. Kat’s eyebrows shot up as she watched Shane carry me into the elevator. I could see the astonishment in her eyes as I glanced at her upside down while the elevator door closed.
“Well?” Shane’s penetrating gaze held me captive as he leaned against the closed door to his office. As if to ensure I wouldn’t slip away. “Care to explain what games you’re playing, Melanie?”
My eyes swept over Shane’s face, the pulsing temples and the fury narrowing his eyes. He was seething, barely keeping himself composed. I, in turn, savored the sight of him being like this. After all, that’s what I wanted, his suffering. Call it my twisted kind of retribution. My vendetta.
“Did you really marry him? The same man who stabbed me in the back? The same man who shot my father?” His tone was getting darker, and so did his stormy-blue eyes.
“It’s none of your business. Any of this.” I shrugged.
Shane squinted, closing the distance between us. “What happened to you, Melanie? I don’t recognize you,” he whispered in a low hiss, his eyes scanning my face as if searching for answers. “Is someone blackmailing you? Why are you doing this?”
I couldn’t stand his games anymore. I could no longer endure the facade. Why was he acting as if he had no bad intentions toward me? As if he cared. At last, I let out the emotions I had been trying to suppress for so long. “You made me this way. You destroyed the naive, innocent me, creating this monster I’ve become,” I spat, intending to leave his office.
Shane seized my elbow, halting my exit.
I turned to face him, our gazes locking, flickering back and forth.
“You won’t leave until you answer my questions,” Shane hissed, tightening his grip and pulling me even closer. Our faces were mere breaths apart, and the invisible, intense tension between us was palpable. “Did you marry Callan?” His eyes burned with anger.
“Yes,” I admitted, watching disappointment wash over his face.
“Wow.” He shook his head, his brow raising. He released me from his grip as if losing control over his body. As if the news was too shocking to handle. “Why did you do this?” His tone was a blend of regret and anger.
“That’s none of your business.”
I tried to walk past him, but he swirled our bodies around so that now I was his hostage. He seized my hands and pulled them above my head, gripping my wrists. He leaned in slowly, his azure eyes darkened. But his scent. Oh, God, his scent. It hit my nose, intoxicating my mind with the memories of us. The sensual, most intimate one can have.
“Have you had an affair with him?”
I could feel his warm breath meshing with mine.
“Do you still love him?” he growled, looking down at me with his head straight.
He was so close I could hear his heartbeat against my chest. “No. I married him solely for his last name and to change my status. I knew you wouldn’t be searching for a married woman, so it made it easier for me to disappear.” My voice and body trembled as I spoke.
The effect Shane had on me. It would never go away.
“How do you want to marry my brother now if you already have a husband?”
I tried to fight the heat rushing through my body as Shane’s hot breath swept against my ear, neck, and collarbone. My teeth sank into my lower lip. I couldn’t help it. Having him so close to me did me dirty every time. I couldn’t deny the attraction. The chemistry. The palpable sexual tension I felt every time his body was so close to mine. I was doomed. I knew I could never get rid of these feelings. No matter how badly I wanted to. He had me captive. I was a prisoner of my lust for him. A desire that I could never tame. As though my body refused to listen. As if I was bound to him by invisible chains pushing me right back to him every time I tried to escape.
“We’re divorced. I told you it was a fake marriage—a cover for me.” My voice came out breathless.
Shane leaned closer. My gaze dropped down. His lips brushed against mine as he spoke, causing my breath to become even more rugged, my heart skipping bits. “You hate me so much that you’ve gone to these lengths only to make sure I would never find you?”
