Chapter 378: Red flags and wreckage...

Lyla

I sat in Paul’s car in front of my house, my hands folded protectively over my growing belly as an uncomfortable silence stretched between us. The afternoon had started innocently enough.

I’d gone to farmer’s market to pick out some fresh vegetables because I was craving it. I also didn’t want to go with Ramsey. The last time I went with him, the women had swooned around him, asking for his number.

Some of the bold ones even took pictures.

The only thing that had stopped me from actually fighting that day was how Ramsey had ignored every one of them, focusing on me. I’d left the market with open glares from the women.

Coincidentally, I ran into Paul after I finished shopping, nearly three days after he’d visited us, and he offered to drive me home.

Now I was beginning to regret accepting his offer.

I turned toward Paul, managing a polite smile.

"Thank you for bringing me home," I said, reaching for the door handle. "I appreciate you taking the time to—"

My words died as I tried the handle and found it wouldn’t budge. The door was locked.

I tried again, noticing the door wouldn’t budge. I tugged again, harder this time. Nothing. The door was really locked.

Paul’s hand suddenly covered mine, his fingers warm and unwelcome against my skin. I pulled back instinctively, a warning bell going off in my mind as I turned to face him.

"What do you think you’re doing?" I asked, trying to keep the anger simmering inside me from showing in my voice.

Paul turned to me with pleading eyes that I’d never noticed before. Desperate, hungry eyes that made my skin crawl. "I love you, Lyla. I’ve loved you for the longest time, and you broke my heart. You showed up a few days ago with a husband, pregnant with his child. What am I supposed to do with these feelings?"

I blinked. "What?"

"I’ve loved you for the longest time," he said, leaning close. "I swear."

I sighed, rubbing at my temple.

"You sound ridiculous, Paul. We never even got around to you asking me out. Why should I feel entitled to your feelings?"

"But you were nice to me that day at the office," he insisted, his voice taking on a wheedling quality. "You agreed to go out with me."

back, my anger building. "You

on it frantically. "Get over yourself and

gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, leaning back against his seat. When he opened them again, there was something different

always had my eyes on you since college," he said, his voice taking on a bitter edge. "You always had this snobbish

cold. College? I stared at him, my mind racing. I didn’t recall ever seeing Paul in college, nor had I crossed paths with him before I started working

things in life," Paul continued, his voice growing more aggressive. "Instead of living in

my head now. I tried to compose myself while frantically working

said, my voice deadly calm despite the fear crawling up my

you agree to one date with me, I’ll open the

disbelief. "You’re insane, Paul. I’m married and will soon be a mother. You’re completely delusional if you think I would

snarled, leaning toward me with eyes blazing. "You don’t know what you’re saying. Once you see what I can offer

insane," I stared

"I’m in love."

now, or else I’ll shout and the

said quietly. "I don’t

removed his seat belt and moved to reach for me. That was when I felt it. A deep guttural growl came through my

screech of metal, the door was ripped

door in his hands as if it were made of cardboard. His expression was blank, too calm, but I could see the storm raging in his dark eyes, and

the mangled door with a crash and wrapped me in his

he asked quietly, his voice was strained, and it terrified

never seen an angry

his chest, breathing in his

"Good," he said simply.

ripped the driver’s side door off as well,

in place, mouth open

"What the hell—?"

his now-doorless car, his face flushed with anger and

the hell do you

car with enough force to leave a human-shaped dent in the metal. Paul’s feet left the ground as my

wife?" Ramsey’s voice was deadly quiet.

the ground as he clawed at Ramsey’s iron grip around his throat.

to pull my husband’s arm away from Paul’s neck. "You’re going

Through our bond, I could feel his rage like a living thing, fed by the

turning purple, his struggles

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