Page 5 of Echoes of Obsession

A bit confused, I lift my phone and take his picture as well as one of his ID.

“How do I know this is your real information?” I ask as I send the images to my best friend.

“I had a seizure at a club. This man is going to take me home. He told me to send his information to someone before we left.”

“That’s a fair point,” Ghost admits. “Tell them I’m the owner of the Cage and the president to the Obsidians MC.”

“Holy hotness. Why did you have to have a seizure in front of freaking Aquaman himself? You didn’t piss yourself, did you? Wait, you went to a club? Without me? And he was there? Bitch.”

Laughing, I shake my head at my friend’s antics. She’s a nut.

“Yes, for your information, I did pee my pants. I’m completely mortified. Also, he says he’s the owner of The Cage. And that he’s president of a motorcycle club called the Obsidians.”

“Sorry,” I laugh. “My friend was asking questions.”

I look up at Ghost and agree with Susan that he looks a lot like that Momoa actor. He has sun-kissed skin, mesmerizing sea-green eyes, and hair like the wild mane of dark ocean waves. And those arms? Let’s just say they could effortlessly lift you up and carry you away to some exotic island paradise.

I mean, he did lift my big butt up and carry me to this room. Not sure if it was effortless or if he will have a bad back after today.

“Are you a mythical sea god?” I ask as I pull a treat from my pocket and hand it to Sky. “Good boy,” I tell him, patting his cute little face.

“Yeah,” Emily laughs. “I see it.”

“Me, too,” a new voice says. “But the last time I told a man he looked like a god, King almost shot him.”

“True story,” Emily laughs. “I was there.”

“I’m Maddy,” the new girl says. She’s about the same size I am and so damn pretty. “This is King. He’s only scary on the outside.”

“No, he’s equally scary on the inside,” Emily says. “But he’s harmless. Well, to most people. He has a blood kink.”

The man in question sighs. He does look really scary, though. And extremely frustrated.

“I brought you some clothes,” Maddy says quietly. “I wasn’t sure if they would fit. I’m a big girl. But I think we’re about the same size.”

“Thanks,” I whisper, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“Who’s this?”

“This is Sky,” I answer. “He’s my service dog. Is there a place I can get cleaned up?”

Ghost points me to a door right across the hall from his office.

“It’s the staff room,” he explains. “There’s a bathroom in there.”

Nodding my thanks, I bend over and remove Sky’s harness.

“You can pet him if you want,” I tell an excited-looking Maddy. “He’s off harness, so he’ll give you some love and attention back.”

“Will you be alright on your own?” Ghost asks, looking way too concerned for a stranger.

“I’ll be okay,” I say. “I’m tired and will be until I sleep it off. But I’m okay to change. Thank you,” I whisper to Maddy as she hands me the clothes.

I refuse to look at the wet spot on the couch, and I know my leggings do nothing to hide the one on my body.

So freaking humiliating.

“Stay, boy,” I say when I hear him follow. “I’ll be back.”