Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Or again, maybe she did?
As much as I tried to forget about her for the rest of the night…
I couldn’t.
So I did the next best thing. I grabbed the girl I’d been talking to at the beginning of the party and escorted her into my bedroom. This time, I was going to do the right thing. I wouldn't hurt another girl, at least not one who mattered.
I’d rather make her hate me since I couldn’t stay away from her. It was better this way. I wouldn’t think about her while I fucked someone else, and she’d hear us through the very thin walls. We’d draw our lines in the sand again. I was her enemy, and she was mine. Sex didn’t just make things better; it could also reset the past. That was all I was trying to do—reset the past so I could survive the present with that girl sleeping next door.
“Is that right?” I taunted close to whatever the hell this chick’s ear was, caging her in with my built frame.
All I knew was that having her body pressed up against mine didn’t do one thing for me. Not one twitch from my dick; the fucker wasn’t cooperating, and that pissed me off more than anything. Son of a bitch, of all the times not to get hard!
I tried harder, deliberately pushing my cock against her pussy with her legs pretty much wrapped around mine. I sensed Tru the second she slightly opened my door, feeling the hole she burned in my back, searing into the space where my heart should be.
I continued my little show, taking it a step further. My hands started to roam from this chick’s hip up her side, grazing her tit, causing a moan to escape her mouth. I could physically feel Tru’s stare now and again while this girl melted into everything I had to offer, which was no surprise there.
I played the games.
I set the match.
I made the rules.
I wasn’t used to feeling out of control. I wasn’t used to feeling anything other than my body rubbing up against some random chick and my cock sinking into her welcoming heat. I didn’t do emotions. I had them under lock and key, but True always seemed to own the key, causing me havoc.
The girl giggled, dragging me away from my thoughts to look at her. She rocked her hips, pressing her pussy further against my dick that still refused to react.
All I felt was…
Remorseful.
The entire time I spent with the chick in my arms, I pictured Tru’s hurt expression, and for some fucked-up reason, it made me feel better.
“Hey, where did you go?” she purred in my ear, nudging my neck with her nose.
My reactions to seeing True were unfamiliar territory. Uncharted emotions took over, and I wasn’t sure I wanted them to stop. I didn’t fight too hard to control it, that was for damn sure. This energy took over my entire body when I was around her, and I wanted it to.
There was no argument to be made.
The choice was never mine.
I did what I had to do.
I kissed the girl before backing away and locking eyes with Tru for a moment.
She looked so sad.
So confused.
So hurt.
By my words.
And especially my actions.
I stepped toward the door, never breaking our intense eye contact.
With a predatory regard toward the puck bunny, I snapped my gaze back to True before I viciously bit out, “Want to join us? Two is always better than one.”
Gauntlet dropped.
She swallowed hard, narrowing her eyes at me with an expression I recognized all too well.
“You know what?” I mocked. “On second thought, I don’t fuck the hired help.”
Where the hell did that even come from?
She jerked back, and I didn’t waver before I slammed my bedroom door…
In her face.
CHAPTER 8
TRU
Tears burned the back of my eyes so hard I thought my mascara was actually bleeding into my line of sight.
It wasn’t.
It was just Vaughan being himself.
I mean, why was I even surprised to see him with some girl and watching me while he kissed her?
It was like he purposely wanted me to feel pain and rejection with a giant cherry on top called humiliation.
I didn’t even know what to say when he asked about the threesome because I knew he did it to be cruel. All I had was another door slammed in my face while he had some girl whose name he wouldn’t even remember tomorrow plastered across his gorgeous body.
No. I couldn’t think that way.
I couldn’t think of him as gorgeous because then I’d think about all the other memories, and I’d just want to punch something. I wasn’t even sure how I was able to lay down in bed. I didn’t make a sound, but they did.
All I could focus on was her laughter, his laughter, and her moans against the wall that brought memories I didn’t want to think about. Tears slid down my cheeks. We didn’t even love each other; we didn’t belong to each other.