CHAPTER 17

                                    

                                          
The air in the bar was cold. But the heat radiated off of bodies as Y/N scanned the room. Finding her team clustered around a high table, seductively dancing on one another.
Just then, the double door swung open, a wave of laughter spilling in. 
There she was. Paige. A vision in dark purple that made Y/N's breath hitch. 
She watched, mesmerized, as she navigated the place, her smile bright. Her heart hammered against her ribs.
Suddenly, a figure materialized beside Paige. 
Azzi. 
Y/N's blood ran cold. She watched, a sickening feeling in her gut, as Azzi leaned in, her lips brushing against Paige's ear. Then, the unthinkable happened. Azzi's hand shot up, cupping Paige's cheek, their lips meeting.
The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Y/N felt a familiar, suffocating wave of possessiveness crash over her—a possesive urge that defied logic. They were no longer together. She had no right to feel this way.
But her body didnt give a fuck about logic. It lurched forward, recoiling as she witnessed Paige's reaction to the kiss. Her eyes widened in shock, a look of pure revulsion twisting her features. She shoved Azzi away with a force that sent the other woman stumbling backward. A choke gasp escaped Y/N's lips, the sound swallowed by the din of the bar. Shame flooded her. She shouldn't be watching. She shouldn't care. But she did. With a burning throat and a heart that felt like it was shattering, she fled the bar, escaping the scene that had ripped her fragile peace to shreds.
Tears streamed down her face as she navigated through the labyrinth hotel corridors. She reached her room, fumbling with the keycard before slamming the door shut behind her with a bone-jarring thud.
Just as she was about to collapse onto the bed, a soft knock startled her. She wiped her tears hastily, swinging the door open revealing Paige.
"Y/N?" Her voice wad tentative, laced with worry.
Y/N stared at her, her emotions a tangled mess. Anger, hurt, and a strange, desperate flicker of hope all warred within her.
"What are you doing here?" She snapped, her voice thick with unshed tears. 
"I saw you leave the bar," she explained, her eyes scanning your face. "I... I wanted to see if you were alright."
Y/N scoffed. "Why would you care?"
Paige opened her mouth to speak but Y/N cut her off. "Don't" you choked out, the dam of her emotions finally breaking, "dont pretend you didn't just kiss Azzi—in front of—everyone" 
Paige's eyes widened in shock, "what? No! Azzi just—she grabbed me. I pushed her away."
Y/N hesitated. 
"We're broken up Y/N," she said softly, her voice laced with a hint of frustration, "you dont get to be mad at who I kiss."
Y/N's temper flamed. "I dont care about the kiss." She retorted, stepping closer to her, "its just that you wanted us to be a secret but when it comes to her its fine. Plus you seemed to enjoy it." 
The anger in her voice seemed to spark something in Paige. Her eyes flashed, mirroring her own fury.
"Enjoy it????" Paige shot back, her voice rising. "I was disgusted. And frankly, im getting tired of you acting like you have some kind of claim on me."
The tension crackled between them. Neither of them blinked, their gazes locked in a silent battle.
Suddenly, with a growl that surprised even herself, Y/N lunged forward. She grabbed Paige's shoulders, shoving her back against the door, her lips crashing down on hers in a kiss as desperate as her emotions.
Paige gasped, her initial resistance melting away like ice under a sun. This wasnt a gentle exploration, it was a battle cry, a desperate attempt to stake her claim, to bridge the chasm that had opened between them.
But something shifted. The raw fury morphed into a different kind of urgency. A hand, bold and insistent, snaked up Y/N's back, sending shivers down her spine. Fingers grazed the hem of her shirt, a silent plea that resonated with a primal need deep within her.
Y/N fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, a slow, deliberate stripping fueled with intoxicating mix of need and defiance.
The cool air of the room hit exposed skin, sending a jolt through them. Y/N reveled in the heated press of Paige's body against hers, the sharp edges of her anger softening into a desperate ache.
With a muffled groan, Paige broke the kiss, her lips trailing a scorching path down Y/N's neck. Her touch was a brand, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them. Y/N reached for her pants, yearning to tear it away, to feel every inch of her bare skin against hers.
Suddenly a guttural moan escaped Paige's lips, her body arching against Y/N's. She followed her lead, a primal growl rumbling deep in her chest. 
The world shrunk to the feel of each other, the frantic rhythm of their breaths, the intoxicating press of flesh against flesh.