Page 8 of Overdosed: Her Dark Side
Melanie
Ihate you, Shane Vergoossen!”
I slammed the steering wheel in frustration, shouting repeatedly.
“I hate you! I hate you!”
But the truth was different. No matter how hard I tried to throw him out of my heart, I couldn’t. I was mad at myself that his mere presence made my body shiver for him like it used to. I thought that three years would be long enough for me to forget him and turn my love into hate. But it wasn’t. Seeing him awakened every feeling I’d tried to bury deep inside me. Gazing into his eyes brought back all the memories. Smelling the addictive scent of his body reminded me of the way he used to make me feel. The moment I caught sight of his alluring smile, all the reasons I once fell in love with him came flooding back.
Damn you, Shane Vergoossen. Damn you.
I entered a house that Anders owned in the suburbs of NY, which he let me stay in for the time being. I threw the keys in a marble drawer of a cabinet standing under the big mirror in the spacious, luminous hallway. A heavy yet quiet breath escaped my lips as I ran my fingers through my hair. Conflicted. I was battling with my own thoughts. Why would Shane act as if he still loved me? Was he so wicked that he wanted to make me fall for him all over again so that he could take his revenge? But there was one more question that kept bugging me. Why hadn’t he asked about my pregnancy yet? The whole evening, he hadn’t mentioned it. Not even once. As if he had no idea about it.
“You’re finally back.” Anders’ low voice made me jump out of my skin.
I wasn’t expecting to see him here. Although we pretended to be a couple, we agreed that we would live separately, with Anders staying at one of his other properties.
“What are you doing here?” I scolded. This was not what I agreed to. I wanted my privacy.
“I was waiting for you,” he replied dryly, and although his face showed no trace of emotion, I saw stirring anger in his sand-brown eyes.
That was when I remembered that just a couple of hours ago, his brother, aka my ex-fiancée, aka his enemy, and finally, aka the father of my child, kidnapped me from the charity ball, humiliating my new fiancée in front of everyone.
“You have the keys to this apartment?” I narrowed my eyes, ignoring the rage in his eyes. I might have agreed to be a pawn in his game now, but I had to set some clear boundaries.
“Spare keys, yes.”
“I don’t want you to come here whenever you please, unannounced. I thought we had a deal.”
Anders took a few steady and slow steps closer toward me. His emotionless facial expression combined with the anger beaming in his eyes gave me chills.
Suddenly, I felt uncomfortable. Threatened.
“Exactly, Melanie. We had a deal,” he hissed, grabbing me sharply by my elbow, which I quickly yanked off his grip.
“Don’t touch me like that,” I said, my tone warning. I stepped back, creating a safe distance between us but maintaining eye contact. I did not want to show him his attitude affected me in any way. I agreed to dance with the devil, and now I had to watch my every move.
A wicked smile curled up his lips, and a dark gleam sparked in his eyes as he cast a piercing glance at me. “I think I know why my brother couldn’t keep his cock in his pants.” His smirk was now wide and broad. “Your fierceness is kind of sexy.”
I scoffed. My eyes rolled involuntarily. Agreeing to be a part of Anders’ plan to take revenge on his brother, I was not fully aware of what a twisted bastard he was.
“Did he kiss you?” Ander’s hissed through clenching teeth, his eyes turning dark.
“That is your main concern?”
His vicious gaze was intimidating. “Just answer, Melanie,” he said, his tone low with a dark hint in his voice.
“You don’t own me, Anders. Don’t forget that,” I replied dryly. “It’s just a deal, and I may do whatever I want.”
Anders released a heavy breath as he slowly, steadily stepped closer to me. He tilted his head to the side and leaned forward. I felt a firm grip on my elbow that I couldn’t avoid this time as his words rumbled in my ear. “You may do whatever you want as long as it doesn’t involve Shane, sweetheart.”
“Let go of me.” I tried to yank out of his grip as I glanced warningly at Anders, my heart pounding like a trapped bird.
His dark and possessive eyes bore into mine. “Don’t let him touch you, got it?” He articulated, his head tilted and facial expression as dark as before. He didn’t flinch or move an inch. “You’re my fiancée now.” He cast me a wicked grin that sent shivers down my spine. His eyes were still locked with mine. “You belong to me.”
I saw manipulation, control, and something more sinister dancing in his eyes. Something that scared me.
“What are you talking about? You can’t just claim me like some possession.” I tried to distance myself from him, but his fingers dug into my arm.
