CHAPTER 108: PSYCHOPATH BOYFRIEND

Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT

**OLIVER WEST**

"Let’s sit in the back," Kieran said the moment we entered the darkened theater, his hand already guiding me toward the rear rows.

"The back? But we won’t be able to see properly..."

"Trust me, the view will be perfect."

It was the way he said it, with that wicked smile playing on his lips, that made it clear to me that he wasn’t talking about the movie screen.

Before I could protest further, he was steering me up the carpeted stairs to the very last row, choosing seats in the corner where the shadows were deepest. My heart hammered against my ribs as I realized exactly why he wanted privacy.

Oh god. He really did think about this.

"Popcorn?" Kieran offered, holding up the massive bucket he’d bought outside the theater.

I stared at the bucket, the thing was drowning in butter - way more than any normal person would ever need.

I took a handful of salted popcorn and immediately grimaced. "This is way too much butter. My fingers are going to be completely oily." I grumbled, but my complaint soon died in my throat when Kieran retorted.

"You’ll need the lubrication... I mean, for eating."

His smile was absolutely sinful.

My ears stung hotly and I gazed at the popcorn like it had personally offended me.

Great, now, I had even less appetite.

I withdrew my greasy hand and started to look for the tissues.

"Here," Kieran said, taking my buttery fingers in his hand.

"Let me help with that."

I expected him to use the tissue which was close to his side of the seat but before I could process what was happening, he brought my fingers to his lips and sucked all four of them into his mouth.

He was slowly, deliberately licking the butter from each one.

His tongue was warm and soft, and the way he maintained eye contact while doing it made my brain completely fry over.

"K-Kieran!" I squeaked, trying to pull my hand back, but he held on firmly.

"What? I’m just being helpful," he murmured innocently, but his eyes were filled with dark intent.

"We can’t have you oiling yourself up, can we? I’m saving that for next week."

I was pretty sure I was going to die right here in this movie theater. Death by embarrassment from my annoying boyfriend seemed like a very real possibility.

"You’re so gross," I sharply withdrew my fingers and snatched a tissue at the same time to wipe off every trail of his saliva.

"Come on, I’ve tasted worse than your fingers, I even swallowed your cu–"

I didn’t allow him to finish that statement when I grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved it into his mouth.

"There, eat more," I coaxed with a huge fake smile. If I could get him to use his mouth for eating, then he would stop spewing gibberish. My hands could be greasy, but it was worth it.

I tried to focus on the movie as the opening credits rolled. It was some romantic comedy about a guy trying to win back his ex-girlfriend, and despite my mortification, I found myself getting caught up in the story.

"Oh wow, look at that!" I whispered as the male lead showed up at the heroine’s work with her favorite coffee order that he’d somehow remembered from years ago.

"He actually paid attention to what she likes!" I muttered dreamily under my breath.

The love interest appeared on screen again - tall, dark-haired, with this gentle smile that made my chest ache.

"He’s so thoughtful. Look how he looks at her, like she’s the most important thing in the world." I commented again grabbing another handful of popcorn into Kieran’s mouth.

I was so invested in the movie that I didn’t notice Kieran’s expression growing darker beside me, but I sure as hell felt it when his teeth clamped around my fingers which I just fed him from.

"Ow! What was that for? Biting the hands that feed you? Feed yourself, then!" I turned to glare at him before returning my attention to the large cinema screen once again.

When the male lead tells the heroine that he was not interested in sex or her body, but he only wanted her heart, I literally sighed out loud, mostly so that Kieran would hear me.

"God, boyfriends like that actually exist? He remembers everything she says, brings her favorite things, and he never asks for sex nor returns favours...If only real guys were that romantic, I’d date him without a thought." trailed off wistfully, casting a side eye at Kieran only to see his brooding stare burning into the side of my head like a laser.

"You’d date a simp like that?" His expression could have melted steel.

"What simp? He’s a totally great guy!" I argued, he could glare at me all he wanted, but I wouldn’t tolerate any slander against my new fictional man.

"Who’s better, then?" Kieran pinned me with a look, his voice calm but with an edge that made my skin prickle. "Me or him?"

I opened my mouth "Honestly..." My voice averted to a hushed choked cry.

His hand found my thigh, fingers splaying across the denim.

Just when I wanted to tell him that he could be better if he wasn’t always horny, he was proving me right!

"Me or him, who will you forever choose as your boyfriend?" I jerked when his fingers groped me. Even through my jeans, his touch sent heat shooting up my spine and making it hard to think straight.

"Y-you," I squeaked, my voice turning into a high-pitched shriek. "It’s you, psychopath!"

"Hmm? You don’t sound sincere at all," Kieran’s smile was sharp, and looked very bit predatory when he flashed me those canines.

His fingers started trailing upward with deliberate slowness, and I felt my breath catch when they reached the metal of my zipper. He didn’t pull it down, just traced the outline with one finger while staring into my eyes.

"Who’s more handsome, me or him?"