Chapter 20
Chapter twenty
Bryce
“She didn’t raise her voice, but she raised my dick and the bar”
Damn.
I watched Chesteria walk off like she didn’t just body the entire moment with a calm, lethal dose of grace and grit.
That girl didn’t have to scream, throw hands, or even cuss too hard to get her point across.
I wasn’t mad; I was proud… and turned on as hell.
That’s why I was still sitting there, stuck, with steam rising all around me.
But the real heat? That was between my damn legs.
I was hard… and not that lazy kind of hard that fades in a few seconds.
Nah. That was that aching, can’t-think-straight, need-to-fuck-her-right-now type of hard… and it was all her fault.
And that robe didn’t hide a damn thing.
Not her walk… not her shape… and definitely not her power.
I always knew Chesteria wasn’t the one or the two to play with. She gave people space to play themselves, but once they did, she handled it—respectfully reckless.
I rose from the jacuzzi slowly. Isis got out right behind me, clearly still salty.
“You’re just gonna let her talk to me like that?!” she snapped, wrapping a towel around herself. “I know we’re not together, but I’m still a guest you invited! Can I at least get some respect?”
I paused, towel in hand, and looked her dead in the eye. “And she’s my ex… and this is her cabin too. Let’s not forget that.”
Isis’s face cracked just slightly.
“So while you’re sitting here pouting and shit, maybe take a second to ask yourself why she even had to check you.
‘Cause I ain’t blind, and I ain’t dumb. Yeah…
y’all both been poking at each other since y’all were introduced—subtle shit, slick shit, fake nice shit.
But you initiated that entire readdown. So don’t play that fake victim shit now.
You wanted smoke, and she delivered it with a bow.
And that wasn’t even her being messy; that was her doing spring cleaning on yo’ ego.
So stop dishing shit out that you can’t digest. And don’t ask me to defend no damn disrespect you volunteered for. ”
Isis blinked, lips parting like she had something to say—anything to pull back control—but I was done.
I turned and walked away, towel over my shoulder, the scent of eucalyptus and coconut oil clinging to me as my thoughts followed the woman who just shut it all down without breaking a sweat.
I wasn’t about to chase no tantrum, especially not when the only woman I was focused on just reminded everybody exactly who she was.