Davis Possessive Novels & Stories

“If we are done here, you can give me the details about the lunch. I need to go back to my place to gather my thoughts.” Leaning over Mr. Landrys’ body, Davis places a gentle kiss on the top of his fathers’ head, letting his lips linger for a heartbeat longer before he stands upright again. Fixing his shirt, he advances towards me, “You can drop me off at Avas’ apartment, so I can pick up my vehicle.” He says as he raises his arm and looks at his fancy watch strapped to his wrist. “I’m late for work, and no doubt Tobias is already preparing himself to hound my ass the moment I step foot into the building.”

“—will never make me feel like I am.” Her pulse thundered in her ears as his warning hung in the air, every word dripping with possessive menace.