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My eyes widen, looking back at him as he grabs my hip with one hand and pushes into me. "Tobias," he says, because he’s incapable of simply saying “hello”.

Thrusting deep, he stays in place as he hums in agreement and tells someone to transfer him over. My breath hitches as he starts to fuck me, and I’m biting down on my lip, white-knuckling the table from his fast pace.

“Don’t make a fucking sound,” he warns me with a punishing thrust that rattles the table, and I think my pussy contracts so tightly, I might have leaked some cum down my leg.

My brows knit together as he pulls away abruptly, and I turn to look at him. He steps back and starts to pull up his boxers, his face turning pale white.

"Fuck,” he spits, hanging up and rushing to get dressed. “Lucy coded.”

Chapter 19

Tobias

Lucy is dead.

What is even the point of life when it’s so easily lost?

I was supposed to spend time with her, and I cancelled, sending a nurse so I could fuck Aria in a broom closet, and now, my conscience is eating at me so fucking painfully, I want to punch something.

I need it to hurt.

Aria has messaged me a few times, asking me if I want to hang out at her hotel and help her pack before she leaves, but I can’t. Not yet. I need to continue my research in loss. I’m not sure how to handle it. I’ve never been good at emotions. I’m always getting attached to feelings that make no sense.

Take my doctor, for example. I have no idea how I feel about her, but I know I feel something powerful.

She will know how to fix me, right?

Maybe something in my brain isn’t right, and I just need to feel something more to break through the wall in my mind.

My therapist is gonna kill me. I cancelled again.

My mom has called a few times. Violetta Mitchell–now Blythe–doesn’t know when to leave me the fuck alone.

Blythe, my stepdad, has emailed demanding I take time off work and come home, but I blocked the sender.

Apart from Justin, I have no one else.

Aria makes me feel good.

I need to keep her.

I will keep her.

Because she might not know it yet, but she’s mine.

Her fucking friend is an asshole–when she walked in on me trashing the place after finding out Lucy was gone, she told me to back off Aria. She’d found out from Justin that I’m heavily doped up on drugs for my mental health and apparently, Aria deserves better. She won’t tell her friend, but I have to end things and not ruin Aria’s life.

So instead of giving in to her goddamn threat, I haven’t taken my meds, and I won’t. They’re all already flushed down the toilet.

I’ll prove to that bitch I can handle myself perfectly fucking fine, that I can be more than enough for Aria. And when Aria agrees to marry me, she isn’t invited to the wedding. If I somehow get her pregnant, which would actually be terrible considering what I’m like, she isn’t getting anywhere near our kids.

She’s trying to ruin what we have, and I might just kill her.

If I knew how to do it without being caught, her body would already be nonexistent.

I slam my laptop shut and pace in my kitchen. I have sixteen hours until she leaves. Her flight isn’t canceled, and there’s nothing to keep her in America. She needs me to help her pack her suitcases, so I send a message back that I’ll be over soon and get showered and dressed.

All I can think about is keeping her. Why the fuck would I want to pack her goddamn suitcases?