From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325

Chapter 185: Go To Sleep

Lizzie

“I’m going with you. I don’t care if you fancy the idea or not. It’s not your decision to make, Reese.”

My voice was steady. I didn’t shout. I didn’t whine. I said it like a fact. A non–negotiable statement of reality.

Reese didn’t even bother turning around as he walked ahead. “You’re not doing shit, Elizabeth.”

I followed right behind him, practically glued to him like a second shadow. Roman had dipped the moment the tension picked up, muttering something like “I should check on Savannah.” He left me alone with Reese. I still wasn’t sure whether that was accidental or

strategic.

Reese moved through the hallway with that slow, purposeful walk of his. The type that said he didn’t need to raise his voice to be the one

in charge.

He pushed open the door to his room. I planted myself in the doorway before he could close it.

“And who are you to tell me what to do?” I asked, chin lifted. “You’re not my father. You’re not my husband. Even if you were, I would still have autonomy. It is my life. I make the rules. So you have zero authority over my choices.”

He paused. Turned. The amusement in his eyes was subtle but very much there. “Agreed,” he said. “But I am the guy whose home you’re trying to raid, and I’m telling you no. Go to sleep. This does not concern you.”

He stepped inside and slammed the door in my face. The sound cracked like a tight slap to the face. The sound snapped something in my

spine.

My body jerked in shock.

I pushed the door open so hard it bounced off the wall. “How dare you,” I whispered, not to him but to the audacity of the universe.

I stormed inside. “How dare you slam the door in my face!”

Reese didn’t even turn to look at me. He was already pulling his shirt over his head, revealing a broad, muscled back and shoulder blades that flexed beneath olive–toned skin. I opened my mouth to yell, but the moment my eyes caught the ink down his spine, the words disappeared.

The tattoo ran from the base of his neck all the way down the center of his back. Dark lines and curves. Almost like wings. Or something

written.

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“What’s that?” I asked before I could stop myself. “What does it say?”

He tossed the shirt aside and looked over his shoulder at me with a state that was equal parts warning and exhaustion. “Get out of my room, Elizabeth. This discussion is over.”

“No.” I crossed my arms. “I’m not leaving.”

He faced me fully now, hands settling on his hips. His patience was thinning, but his expression stayed calm. That was what irritated me most. He didn’t need to yell to feel powerful. He didn’t need to bark to control the room. His presence was a whole authority by itself.

I hated that I liked it.

“I am resourceful,” I insisted. “I’m smart. I’m strong. You’re going to need me. I know it.” My voice cracked slightly, but I held my spine straight. I needed him to hear me. Not just listen. Hear. Understand.

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