temper finally snapped. Jessie should be there
waiting for him to touch her again and hold her in his arms while they slept. She made
him laugh, the sex had been incredible and he’d been happy for once. His rage at the
loss took hold and he lunged forward, his instincts refusing to be denied.
He attacked the mattress with gusto. His nails dug into the material and he ripped
it up. When that didn’t make him feel better, he lifted the entire mattress and tore it
apart. He attacked the box springs next, snapping the wood with his feet and broke the
frame apart. The headboard succumbed to his temper tantrum last while he destroyed
it. He stood in the middle of his room panting with a mess surrounding him.
He assessed the damage and cursed, half embarrassed at the destruction he’d
created. He hadn’t allowed his temper to get the best of him once since he’d been freed
despite the many times he’d been really angry. He’d lost it now for sure. He studied the
damage grimly before storming out of the bedroom. He threw himself onto the couch,
taking deep breaths but her faint scent filled his nose. He turned, buried his face against the cushions and inhaled deeply. It helped him remember every detail of them
touching, his sense of smell keenly connected to his memories and he groaned. He
wanted the real thing, not just sniffing at what he’d had.
What am I doing? He lifted his head with disgust. He was sniffing the couch just to smell Jessie Dupree. He uttered a vicious curse and stood to pace out his frustration. He 43
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finally calmed down enough to place a call downstairs. In minutes he’d ordered a new
bed and bedding to be brought up. He hung up and closed his eyes. Jessie Dupree had
driven him crazy. He was Justice North. He didn’t have time to lose his mind or
reasoning over a female, not even a hot, little sexy one who made him happy when he
wasn’t furious that she’d left.
The two Species males who brought up the new bed frowned at Justice when they
cleaned up the destroyed bed and headboard. He glared at them, daring them to say a
word about the floral stench in his suite. He’d walked into the bathroom and found a
can of air freshener under the sink to mask Jessie’s scent before they’d arrived. No one
would know she’d been in his bed and her female pride would be intact since they were
so private.
The men left and Justice opened his phone. He always had work to distract him and
he welcomed it suddenly. He dialed his nighttime staff, knew they’d be awake in their
suites down the hall from him and ordered coffee. He liked the sweet, hot drink. He
avoided the couch by setting up his computer at the bar instead. Half an hour later he
was connected to his staff via the interface and immersed in work. He had coffee in
front of him and his staff was busy updating him on projects currently underway.
The doorbell rang and hope gripped him for a second that it might be Jessie but
Tiger stood there when he yanked open the door. He silently invited him inside by
stepping out of the way.
“Are you all right?” Tiger frowned. “As head of security I’m informed of
everything. I received a call that you totaled your bedroom. That is unlike you, Justice.
They said everything from the bedding to the headboard had to be replaced.”
Justice studied Tiger carefully. He was a trusted friend and he wanted to talk to
someone. “It was over a female.”
“Ah.” Tiger grinned. “I hope she’s doing better than the things inside the bedroom
did?”
“She’s fine,” Justice growled. “You know I’d never hurt a female.”
“It was a bad attempt at a joke. Do you want to talk about it?” Tiger sat on the arm
of the couch.
“I wanted her to stay the night but she left while I was at the press conference. I lost
my temper. I’m not proud of it but I was looking forward to spending more time with
her. The reporters were brutal and wanted every
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