You’re Mine

Chapter 158

Easton

"This place is so cool."

Harper glances around the restaurant, her eyes wide.

"I love all the dragons everywhere."

I took my girl to a Chinese restaurant that I used to always go to with my parents when I was a little kid.

Some obscure place that doesnt look like anything special from the outside, but once you enter, it's like walking into another world.

Giant mirrors hang on the black lacquer walls, reflecting the multiple red Chinese lanterns that hang from the ceilings.

There's a giant water feature when you first enter the restaurant, and you can hear the gentle tinkling of the water even from our table, which is on the other side of the building.

Even on a Saturday afternoon at three o'clock the place is packed.

Luckily we got right in before the current surge came.

"I think it's still Chinese New Year,’ I say as I glance around the room, looking for a familiar face to pop up.

So far, we're in the clear.

Harper catches me glancing around yet again and frowns.

"She's not going to show up."

"She still might.’ "Maybe she wouldn't be so obvious.” Harper looks out the nearby window.

"Maybe she's waiting for us in the parking lot."

Anger simmers in my blood, making my skin hot.

Since I found that fucking tracker yesterday I can't think about anything else.

Even though we shut Sadie down about confronting Aisha, I can't help but think we should've.

The bitch deserves it.

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Aisha would deny she had anything to do with that fucking tracker and that would've been it.

Case closed.

We have to catch her in the act.

It's the only way to prove she's behind it.

"I'm so full,” Harper practically groans, pushing her mostly empty plate away from her.

"It was good.” "Yeah it was."

I grab a piece of broken off wonton and pop it into my mouth.

"Should we take the leftovers home for later?"

"Easton.

Look."

She waves a hand at the near bare dishes on the table.

"We've pretty much eaten it all.

There's nothing left to take home."

"Yeah.

True.” With a sigh I lean back in my chair, casually looking around the restaurant yet again.

"Should we go?"

"Did you pay the check?"

"Not yet."

My gaze is sweeping the restaurant yet again and Harper actually growls.

"What?"

"Are you always going to keep that up now?"

"Keep what up? My dick?"

I grin at her and she rolls her eyes.

"It's always up for you, baby."

“Easton, please.

Not in the middle of the restaurant.” She's blushing, which is cute.

Considering all the filthy things we've done together, I love that I can still make her do that.

"I'm talking about you always on the search for Aisha.” "I'm not always looking for her—"

I go silent when I see the look on Harper's face.

She is clearly calling me out on my bullshit.

And she's right.

"I'm paranoid, okay?"

I grip the back of my head, tugging on the ends of my hair before I let go.

"Just knowing she's followed me for who knows how long fucking makes me want to lose my mind."

"It'll be fine.

Really.” She tosses her napkin on her empty plate.

"Let's go.

You can pay the bill at the counter on the way out."

I follow Harper toward the front of the restaurant, my gaze dropping to her heart shaped ass that looks extra juicy in those jeans.

We should go back to my house after we're done and mess around.

I was just with her a couple of nights ago, and I'm already craving more of her.

I always am.

I could have her naked and in my bed twenty—four— seven and it still wouldn't be enough.

"You ready?"

I ask Harper once I pay for the bill.

She nods and smiles.

"Let's go."

We walk out into the parking lot, the sun shining so brightly I wish I brought my sunglasses with me.

We head for the Jeep hand in hand, my gaze snagging on a passing car that vaguely resembles Aisha's, watching the vehicle carefully as it makes its way out of the parking lot.

It's not her.

I knew it wasn't her from the beginning, but I couldn't help myself.

Harper yanks her hand out of mine, making me pause.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I'm sick of it.

Sick of this.

Ever since you found out about that stupid tracker, it's all you can focus on.

It's like you forget I even exist.” Damn.

She sounds pissed.

I frown.

"What are you talking about? I'm watching out for that bitch because I don't want her coming for you!"

"Oh please, I can handle her."

Harper starts walking faster, until she stops by the driver's side of my car, turning so she can watch as I approach her.

Her arms are crossed in pure defensive mode and I know I've got a fight on my hands.

"You really think you can handle Aisha?"

I stop directly in front of her and she tilts her head back, a pissy look on her face.

"I don't want to talk about her right now.

Let's just go."

She drops her arms, ready to go to the passenger side but I grab hold of her, keeping her in place.

"No, let's discuss it.

You've been acting shitty toward me since we found that tile thing yesterday.

Like it's my fault this happened.” My voice is loud and full of accusation.

"You never once tried to deter her, Easton.

Like—ever.

If you would've just told her to fuck off at the very beginning, we wouldn't be dealing with this."

Harper jerks her arm out of my hold.

"She's been an issue in our relationship since we've been together.’ "Only because you let her."

"Only because I let her?"

Harper laughs, the sound harsh.

"Give me a break.

You're the one who's constantly letting her overshadow our relationship.

Sometimes I wonder if you enjoy the drama."

"I fucking hate it."

"Whatever."

She glances down at the ground, mumbling, "We should've let Sadie kick her ass yesterday."

"Jesus Harper, really? How immature are you? Like you or Sadie could kick Aisha’s ass anyway."

She jerks her head up, her eyes extra wide, her lips pressed tightly together.

She looks like she wants to murder me with her bare hands. Shit.

I probably took it too far.