Leave Me Alone
RONNY’S POV
I’d been sitting in my office for nearly an hour, staring at the same document without absorbing a single word.
My pen tapped restlessly against the edge of the desk before I caught myself biting the end of it, something I hadn’t done since I was a kids. I wasn’t myself tonight.
Hell, I didn’t know who I was anymore.
The accident replayed in my head like a broken film reel—her pale skin, her chest still, the suffocating moment in the ambulance when I thought she wasn’t coming back. I’d faced blood, death, and chaos a hundred times in my life, but nothing—nothing—had ever cut me open the way that did.
And now, the aftermath was consuming me.
I wanted her close. Where I could see her. Where I could hear her breathe. Every inch of me itched with a need I couldn’t explain away with logic. Possessive. Obsessive. Mad.
And beneath it all, one brutal truth simmered like gasoline to flame.
I was in love with her.
Madly. Irrevocably.
And it terrified the shit out of me.
I shoved back from the desk, the chair skidding across the rug. The walls felt too close, the silence too loud. I couldn’t sit here while she was upstairs—God knows doing what, thinking what, feeling what.
I needed to see her.
That itch under my skin, that gnawing ache in my chest, demanded it.
I left the office without a second thought, my footsteps echoing over the marble floor as I took the stairs two at a time. The hall stretched ahead of me, shadows curling in the corners, the air thick with the scent of cedar and faint traces of her perfume.
When I pushed open the bedroom door, the words were already on my tongue—sharp, demanding, half-wild.
But the room was empty.
The bed was untouched. The silence mocked me.
“Liliana?” My voice cut through the air.
Nothing.
I stepped inside, scanning the corners like she might materialize from the shadows. The bathroom door was open, the closet untouched. A cold trickle of frustration slid down my spine.
Where the hell—
“Maria!”
Her soft footsteps padded closer before she appeared at the end of the hall, her apron dusted with flour, her kind eyes knowing. “Yes, sir?”
“Where is she?”
Maria’s lips curved, the kind of smile that made me feel both foolish and raw. “She’s in the guest room, down the hall.”
A groan escaped me before I could stop it, and she chuckled.
I shot her a look sharp enough to kill. “What’s funny?”
“Nothing.” Her eyes twinkled, betraying her. “I’ve just… never seen you so worked up about a woman.”
Her words landed like a punch to the ribs. I dragged a hand down my face, muttering a curse under my breath. She wasn’t wrong. I’d never let anyone get under my skin like this. Never cared enough to be worked up.
But Liliana wasn’t just anyone.
I didn’t bother answering. I just turned and stalked down the hall, each step heavier than the last.
When I opened the guest room door, I froze.
The world narrowed to one sight.
Liliana, sprawled across the bed, fast asleep in one of my shirts.
Her red hair spilled like fire across the pillow, one hand tucked under her cheek, her lips parted in the kind of sleep only exhaustion could bring. My shirt swallowed her frame, hanging loose over her thighs, exposing just enough pale skin to drive me insane.
She looked like a goddess.
A dangerous, untouchable goddess who had no idea she’d already wrecked me.
My anger evaporated, melted into something hotter, sharper, more consuming.
I stepped into the room, slow, careful, like approaching a wild creature that might bolt if I made a sound. My chest tightened with every breath.
I shouldn’t touch her.
But I did.
I slipped my arms beneath her, lifting her with ease. She stirred, soft and warm against me, her hair brushing my chin.
And then her eyes fluttered open.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was husky, heavy with sleep, and it damn near undid me.
“Taking you to bed.” My voice came out rough, low. “You’ll sleep better there.”
Her brows knit as she pushed at my chest. “Put me down, Ronny. I can sleep wherever I want.”
She squirmed, and before I could steady us, her struggle sent us tumbling back onto the bed.
The air rushed out of me as I caught myself above her, my palms sinking into the mattress, caging her in.
For a moment, everything stopped.
Her body beneath mine. The heat of her thighs brushing my hips. The faint hitch in her breath.
Her eyes burned into mine, sharp and defiant, but there was something else there too. Something that made my blood surge.
Sexual tension coiled between us, tight and merciless.
“Liliana.” My voice dropped to a growl, my face so close I could feel the whisper of her breath. “I really don’t understand you. What’s with this shitty attitude?”
Her eyes narrowed, green fire meeting my steel. “Really? You’re going to pretend like you don’t know?”
The words cut deeper than I expected, and for once, I didn’t have a ready answer.
She turned her face away, her jaw tight. “Leave me alone.”
I shifted closer, refusing to give her space, my lips near her ear, my weight keeping her pinned beneath me.
“No,” I said, my voice steady, final. “I’m not going to do that.”
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