170. Courtney
Chapter 170
Courtney
I swallow.
Why is he making this so hard?
Why can’t he just accept it and move on?
This right here is why I can’t keep it casual with Sterling.
Because the thought of him moving on … The idea of seeing him walking into his house with another woman… It makes me sick.
I force myself to keep my eyes focused on his, even as I take a step back, breaking his hold on me. “I can’t do casual because I don’t feel casual about you, Sterling. Alright? I can’t keep doing this and feeling like… like a secret. I thought I could. But I can’t.”
Sterling keeps staring me straight in the eyes. “Is that all?”
I just told him I have feelings for him, and that’s his reply?
I take another step back.
“That’s all,” I whisper.
He dips his chin. “Good.”
Anger sneaks through the hurt swirling inside me. “Good?”
“Yeah, Cookie.” He takes a step toward me. “That’s really fucking good.”
“What—”
Before I can ask him what the fuck he means, he takes another step, bends, wraps his strong arms around my hips, and scoops me up and over his shoulder.
“Sterling,” I hiss.
He doesn’t say anything, just starts walking.
“Sterling, what are you doing?” I try to look around. “Someone might see us.”
“Good.”
Good is becoming my new most hated word.
I press my hands against his lower back to steady myself as I bounce against his shoulder.
I hear the change as he steps onto the gravel of the driveway.
“I will tickle you.” I threaten him with the only thing I can think of.
Because what in the actual hell is he doing?
“You wouldn’t dare.” His tone is completely calm now.
I reach for his sides.
He slaps my ass.
“Mr. Black,” I snap.
“You only call me that in bed.” He soothes his hand over the spot he spanked. “And not today. Today it’s Sterling.”