Page 2 of A Monster's Obsession

“True.” I shrugged, but the realization that we barely knew each other after everything we’d done still stung.

“I guess that’s why I didn’t know you were from Founder’s and not New York.” Sawyer gazed at me with anger covering his face. He couldn’t be mad at me. We did this to each other.Wepretended details didn’t matter, now here we are.

“What is it that you want me to say, Monster… Sawyer? We both knew what it was from the beginning.” I tried to keep my voice level, but the nickname’s slip showed I didn’t have my shit together. Sawyer had always affected me.

“I want you to tell me why you left? I want to know why you asked me not to find you? I want to know why you left a fucking note and didn’t talk to me?” He ignored my use of his nickname, but his questions shook me.

“I told you why I left!” I looked around, hoping that we weren’t garnering attention, and thank goodness everyone was too busy celebrating to notice us.

“No! You fucking did not! That ‘letter’ was fucking bogus, and you know it. We meant more than that, Sasha. We meant more than ‘we are different people, and you need to move on’ I know better shit than that.” Sawyer’s words came out in a growl, and his anger was palpable; the monster was rearing. This is what I tried to avoid. This is why I left a letter instead of telling him face to face why I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t stand to see the disappointment on his face, and I could never tell him the real reason why I left.

“Sawyer, we can’t talk about this here…” Before I could finish my plea, we were interrupted by a shrill voice that I absolutely hated.

“Sawyer! What are you doing? I know you didn’t ditch me for her?” A brunette with a too-tight dress on, and bright red lips interrupted. I frowned at the bimbo. It was typical for someone like Lola Pratt to turn her nose up at me. If she only knew, I was way more Sawyer’s type than she ever would be.

I don’t know how Sawyer and Lola knew each other, but I wanted no parts. I really didn’t want to talk to Sawyer, but I didn’t want him talking to Lola Pratt either. Lola was a grade-a, entitled, snobby bitch. She did her best to bully me in school, but I threatened to whoop her ass, and she backed right off. I might be a free-spirited, easy going, artistic type, but I don’t take shit from people.

“I didn’t ditch you for anyone.” Sawyer returned in a frustrated tone. I could tell by the hard lines of his mouth that he was angry. There were very few times when I witnessed Sawyer’s anger, and it was never directed towards me, but it was definitely a scary experience.

“You promised me a dance.” Lola whined in a baby voice that had me rolling my eyes. I don’t know why grown women thought talking like a child was sexy.

“Don’t move. I need to take care of this, and I’ll be right back.” Sawyer stood from his chair and pulled Lola a short distance away. However, they weren’t far enough because I could still hear their heated conversation.

“I don’t know why you’re slumming it with Sasha Phillips. She’s a nobody.” Lola huffed, crossing her arms over her thin frame. I frowned,bitch.I spent all night avoiding Sawyer, but I could admit that I didn’t immediately leave because I wanted to know what was being said. I couldn’t stand that fake bitch Lola, and she was skating on thin ice.

“Lola, I promise that you don’t want to make a scene.” Sawyer’s deep voice held a warning that Lola obviously didn’t recognize like I did because she continued to talk.

“If you’re going to be moving to the island, you’re going to have to knowwhoto be seen with. And Sasha Phillips is not thewhothat you need.” I tried to hide my shock at the news that Sawyer would be moving to the island, but I gasped loudly. Luckily Sawyer and Lola were in a heated exchange and wasn’t paying attention to me.

As Lola continued to whine, Sawyer frowned, and although my experience with Sawyer was short, I knew when he was seconds from losing his patience. I was actually surprised that he lasted this long without saying the word fuck in some manner. His behavior was very interesting, and it made me think that he had grown in the few years we’d been apart.

As Lola and Sawyer began to argue back and forth I decided it was time for me to make my getaway, I stood from the table and walked quickly toward the exit. I knew that no one would miss me, Raven was off with her new husband, and Karessa Hale had the reigns for the rest of the reception, so my duty as maid of honor was done. I needed to leave before Sawyer cornered me and made me talk about why I left him. I wouldn’t do that; Icouldn’tdo that.

However, before I reached my salvation of the door underneath the bright red exit sign, I felt a hand on my shoulder. His green eyes radiated fire as he stared down into my defiant face. It took all of me to leave Sawyer the first time, and I don’t know if I’m strong enough to do it again.

Sawyer backed me up against the wall in the dark hallway, and instead of being outraged, my hot ass was turned on. I wanted to slap my palm against my forehead because I was supposed to be running from him. But the memory of how he used to ravage my body was at the forefront of my mind.

He continued to stalk forward like a predator before pinning me against the wall. “What the hell, Monster? You can’t do this here!” My outrage wasn’t entirely fake. I needed to put up some sort of fight because if I didn’t I would be in his bed, legs spread wide, and moaning his name before I could remember why I shouldn’t. I had a weak spot for Sawyer, and I couldn’t afford to be weak.

“Why’d you run? I asked you to wait,” Sawyer’s voice was deeper than it was earlier. It had taken on the dangerous quality that I was way too familiar with. I knew I was in trouble.

“You seemed busy,” I shrugged, trying to hold on to my cool. I wasn’t jealous of Lola Pratt. Forget that cuntwaffle. But it still grated on my nerves that he left me to talk to her.

“I’ll never be too busy for you,” His hand caressed my face slowly, and before I knew it, I was leaning into him. His presence was overwhelming my good sense, and I didn’t want to do anything stupid.Resist him, Sasha.I scolded myself.

Sawyer leaned in even closer, and I was closing my eyes, waiting for his soft lips.Bitch! Snap out of it! You can’t do this with this man… like at all,my conscience screamed at me, and I straightened up and opened my eyes immediately. I was able to run before, but I had a feeling that wouldn’t be an option this time. So, I would have to be very careful around Sawyer Nash.

“Mon- Sawyer, I-I…” I stuttered through my response because I couldn’t tell him the truth.

“Wewilltalk about this, sooner or later!”

“Please, just let me go.” My pleading voice interrupted his declaration. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn’t do this with him. Iwouldn’tdo this with him.

Sawyer smirked as if he had a secret, but didn’t respond right away. We stood there, staring at one another in the dark hallway—me on the verge of tears, and him with cruelness dancing in his eyes. The longer we stood there in silence, the longer my body was drawn to his. Sawyer was standing so incredibly close, but he refused to touch me. I thought that I was going to lose my mind. I could feel the electricity throughout my entire body.

“I’m begging you. Please, Sawyer. Just let me go,” I insisted once again in a faint whisper..

“I will never let you go,” he began in a low growl, “I will make sure you remember who the hell I am.” Sawyer stuck his tongue out and licked my neck. Not kiss. Not suck. A long wet lick. He’d never done that before, and it was a primal move that shocked me. “I should fuck you right here against this wall to refresh your memory. And I know you would let me. You would spread those silky brown thighs and welcome me home. Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck you in public, Sasha?” I pulled back and slapped his face with the spirit of my ancestors.