Chapter 148
The next moment, Anthony let go, and Kenneth landed hard on the sofa. The jolt was so sharp that he couldn’t even make a sound. He gritted his teeth, fighting through the pain, and only after a long pause did he finally lift his head.
“You”
But when he saw the icy look on Anthony’s face, Kenneth’s heart skipped a beat. The words just died on his lips. Just what was that look supposed to mean? It was like Anthony wanted to tear him apart.
“Kenneth, Lottie is the one I’ve chosen.” Anthony tugged at his tie, loosening it and opening his collar just a little. “She’s mine. She’ll always be mine. No one else, ever.”
As he spoke, a few strands of hair fell across his forehead, and with those cold, possessive eyes, he looked downright obsessive. It was the kind of look you’d give if someone tried to steal something precious from you. Actually, no, it wasn’t even that. The mere thought of someone else wanting her was enough to make him snap. Who would ever dare try to take her for real?
Yeah, Anthony was serious about Lottie. No question about it. Kenneth couldn’t help but click his tongue. The guy was way too old for this, and Lottie was only eighteen. Eighteen and already picked by Anthony. What a shame, such a fresh, blooming flower, and he just went and plucked her.
“You think I’m trying to steal Lottie from you?” Kenneth managed to sit up, rubbing his sore back, and gave a crooked grin.
He’d known Anthony for over ten years, and he was always the calm, steady type. This was the first time Kenneth had ever seen him lose control, and over a girl, no less. Lottie must really be something.
“Steal?” Anthony’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. “Go ahead. Try it.”
It was like a death sentence. No room for argument, no second chances, just a direct hit. Kenneth gave a silent whistle. Men in love really were scary.
Still grinning, Kenneth leaned back against the sofa, looking completely at ease. “Why not? Let’s see who Lottie decides to go home with.”
The words had barely left his mouth before Anthony’s face darkened. His voice dropped low, every word sharp with frost. “Say that one more time.”
He grabbed a chair from beside him and towered over Kenneth, who was still sprawled on the sofa. The pressure in the room got so heavy that Kenneth almost forgot how to breathe. Had he pushed it too far this time?
“Hey, calm down!” Kenneth frowned, feeling a chill crawl up his spine as Anthony drew closer. The intensity was enough to make his skin prickle. “Left leg or right Anthony’s voice was cold as steel, pressing the hard chair leg against Kenneth’s knee.
Kenneth sucked in a sharp breath. Was he actually serious?
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop teasing.” He went quiet for a few seconds, choosing his words carefully. “Honestly, I just think Lottie looks a lot like my sister.”
“OW-!”
But before he could finish, Anthony pressed on a spot near his ankle. A shock of numbness shot up his leg, leaving it useless, like it had just gone dead.
“Three months ago, you said the same thing to another girl you were trying to hook up with. Told her she looked like your sister.” Anthony’s eyes narrowed, and his smile was anything but friendly. And another thing. If I ever hear you say Lottie’ again
He patted Kenneth’s leg, the threat hanging in the air, no explanation needed.