Chapter 21
One second she is trying to drag her jeans up, the next she stumbles forward and drops on her hands and knees. She giggles, and her round ass winks at me, clad in just a strip of material.
My dick stirs to life. Ah, so you can still work, moody asshole. Of course, it’s hers, like every other part of me. A fact that is true and real, just like the cycle of life and death.
Seeing her with Alec blinded me. I’m so torn when it comes to her.
As if it was not enough seeing her again with that asshole, Kaden, now she tries to fool another guy into a fucked up triangle?
I rake a hand through my hair, and my eyes land on my bed, where a syrup bottle lies next to an image. I inch toward it and cock my head.
She drew a pussy, making me chuckle.
She juts up her snotty little nose. “That’s my pussy. And it’s perfect.”
“It looks quite the same if memory serves me well.”
“It is. I took a pic.”
This is too good an opportunity to let pass. I search for her phone and find it lying on the floor a few feet away.
Realizing what I am doing, she crawls to it, but I am faster. Picking her phone up, I put it in her face to unlock the screen. There it is, the most beautiful pussy. My pussy.
“Give it back,” she says, shooting up and crashing right into my chest.
I send the image to my number, but I am still there, saved in her contacts. The knowledge does funny things to me, tearing my composure to shreds.
“Oh my God. No.”
“Didn’t think you were the religious type. Only when I had my cock buried in your pussy did you call for him.”
She rolls her eyes at me. Crossing her arms over her chest, her lips pucker.
“Delete it.”
“No. I’m thinking of putting it as my wallpaper.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
Pressing her thumb on my shoulder, a bout of pain shoots through me, debilitating me for a few seconds.
“What the fuck. What was that?”
“I know ways to hurt you… so don’t mess with me.”
She backs me into the wall. Her sweet scent, her intoxicating presence, is too damn much. Getting a grip on myself, I push her back until she drops on the mattress, a puff of air leaving her body. Fuck, if she’s not the most breathtaking woman on this planet.
I crawl on top of her, and she exhales in small pants. Inching toward her, she closes her eyes, holding in a breath of anticipation. I would have sold my soul for her—to have her—but she chose someone else. Nothing has changed.
I hold myself above her on my palms. Indecision wars through me. She opens her eyes and disappointment settles behind them.
“As if I would have let you kiss me.”
Her hands come to rest on my chest. I thought she would push me, instead she cements my erratic beating heart into her palms.
I dip a finger in the pussy made of chocolate. Putting it in my mouth, I suck and lick it clean, groaning low in my throat.
Her eyes widen, glazing over.
“Hmm, delicious.”
She licks her lips, tantalizing me to kiss her. “Enjoy the chocolate. After what you said, you’ll never get the real thing again.”
She’s literally in no position to spew such lies.
Scooting back, I lower myself between her legs. She jerks up, but I place my hand on her stomach, holding her down. I brush my nose through the material barely covering her pussy, and she yanks at my hair, hard.
“I have a beautiful vagina, and it is the only one you’ve ever wanted. Admit it.”
She’s giving me absolution. Say this and everything else will be erased. And then what, princess? Hmm. You’re with him while you’ll let me fuck you—while you fuck me up again?
My brain says keep your mouth shut, my bruised heart says, go for the kill.
I listen to my heart, and say in her ear, mostly because I can’t look in her eyes while lying to her. “Not worth it.”
She sucks the air from the room, and her body shudders.
A pounding at the door has me taking a step back. Blake rushes in, checking on her. Her lower lip quivers, and she lifts her shoulders, offering him a broken smile.
“I’m not worth it, Blake. Never was. Never will be.”
Her meek voice fucking obliterates my heart.
“No, Abi. Don’t go there.”
Blake tears me from her and pushes me into the wall. “You know things about her, and you play those fucking mind games with her. Stay away from her or I’ll end you.”
“Both of you, get the fuck out of my house.”
She tries for the third time to get her jeans on, and I force myself not to tie her to my bed—to me—and never let her go.
Blake crouches in front of her, helping her.
“I’m never drinking again,” she sniffles.
It takes everything in me to stay rooted in place and not go to her.
“Good,” Blake says.
“You don’t look wasted. You never look wasted.”
“I built a tolerance. Now, hop up.”
“Don’t tell Kaden.”
“Between you and him, you’ll make me go crazy.”
“It’s not our fault.”
He pierces me with a hard glare. “No, it’s the fault of fucking crybabies who only see just their hurt and not your sacrifices.”
“Celine’s hurt.”
What the fuck are they talking about?
“And he…” Abigail looks straight into my eyes. A dejected smile tips down the corners of her mouth and she sighs. “I gave him my all, and it was not worth it. I am a—”
Blake puts his hand on her mouth. “If you ever say that and I hear you, I’m going to lose my shit. You never were and never will be what that motherfucker said.”
She jumps into his arms and cries softly, butchering me. That fucking secrecy again. I barely hold on to my composure.
Blake pulls her zipper up, and she says, “I’m thirsty.”
“I have water in the car.”
I get in his face. “You drank. You’re not taking her in your car.”
“Stop me if you can, asshole.”
I block his way, and Abigail says, “I’d rather die in a car with him, than have you kill me again.”
They sidestep me, and I drop to my knees when the door closes.
What the fuck am I doing? This was a mistake.
I should have never returned. Plucking my phone from my jeans, I see the notification of not only that picture of her but also her location. I activated a tracking location app, and when I see they got home safe, I breathe again.
I go in search of Alec and point at the mess. “You’re cleaning up.”
“A cleaning crew comes tomorrow.”
“Just no more parties.”
“I got that.”
“Look, man. I have history with this place, with her…”
“So that was her, huh?”
I offer a strained nod.
“What did you say to her?”
“A bunch of fucking lies.”
***
Abigail has been ignoring me for the last five days, punching me straight in the chest. I can’t take it anymore. It’s Friday night, and my restlessness is unbearable.
I deserve the silent treatment, but just to egg her on, I send her a text.
I have something of yours.
She leaves it on read and doesn’t reply.
As my wallpaper.
I send it to her and then change the damn wallpaper because I would slaughter anyone who saw her like this.
Keeping worthless things in such a high regard…
At least she answered. I gulp down the bile of guilt that rises and gives in to the weakness, opening the tracking app. What can I say? Everybody has a vice. Mine happens to be her.
Maybe I should give her a dose of her own medicine. How would she feel if I appeared with Celine holding hands? But that won’t work because Celine is in whatever situationship with Hunter.
I’m watching the dot moving. Where are you going, princess?
When I recognize the place, I put on some jeans, a black shirt, and my leather jacket.
I get into my car and speed toward the cliff, only to find several cars aligned next to it.
Abigail jumps into a guy’s arms. How many do I have to compete with for this woman? I swear, they spring up like fucking poppies.
What kind of guy is Kaden, that he lets his supposed girlfriend be swallowed by the arms of another? If she were mine, the guy would need prosthetic limbs by now. But as I look around, Kaden is nowhere in sight.
When I approach them, Abigail, Blake and the other guy stare at me.
Blake leans against the hood of his car.
“Why are you here? Are you stalking me again?” she asks.
“Sweetheart, be reasonable.”
She digs her nail into my chest and flicks a strand of her hair. “You know what? Enjoy the show.”
She turns, and the guy’s attention moves from her to me.
“You know him?” the guy asks.
“I thought I did, Ty. My mistake.”
Blake chuckles, and the guy extends his hand and says, “Hi, man. Huge fan. I’m Tyson.”
I take his hand in mine, applying a bit more pressure. He snickers under his breath, and Abigail shouts, “Who’s getting his ass kicked tonight?”
“You go against Christoph first,” Tyson says.
“What the fuck is happening here?” I ask, the clear picture revealing itself, making me lose my damn mind.
If they’re doing what I think they are doing, I’m hauling her ass off and spanking her at the same time. It’s a damn cliff, and the road barely holds two cars. If I say this as a professional racer, it means something. These people are tired of living.
She settles in her car, grinning and blowing me a kiss.
I dash toward her, and Blake grips my elbow, holding me back. “You shouldn’t have taught her in the first place. Now watch.”
“She could get fucking hurt.”
He cocks his head and says, “This is nothing for her.”
What happened in the two years I was gone?
Blake bets on her, and that’s truly the only non-surprise of the night.
“Are you fucking betting? You brainless idiots.”
“She started it.” Blake shrugs, like I am overreacting.
I swear from the start to the finish line, my heart escaped and returned to my chest a good few times. Knees giving up on me, I plop on the hood of my car, and Tyson gives me a curious look.
“Who’s next?” Abigail asks as soon as she gets out.
Stress reaches a whole new level, and I do a hundred breathing exercises to calm down.
She pulls her hair into a low ponytail and grabs the Gatorade from Tyson.
“Are you fucking insane?” I ask through gritted teeth.
“Ah, did you worry about me?”
The tension feels like a charged wire, ready to snap at any moment.
It’s Blake’s turn, and when he wins, she jumps up and down, grinning at him. She appears to be in her element, almost relaxed, which eases me.
Blake looks at me and says, “You can still leave.”
I cross my arms. “Fuck you. I’m staying right here.”
“Stubborn asshole.”
“If something ever happens to her, sleep with one open eye.”
“Do the things she did for you count as well?”
I squint at him. “If you have something to tell me, do it already.”
The secrecy grates on my last nerve.
We watch a few more races, and Tyson says, looking from me to Abigail, “What about you two?”
I’m going to push him over the cliff for even suggesting that, but her eyes already light up.
“No.”
She pats her chest in a mocking gesture. “Afraid of ordinary me?”
This word will be the death of me. I back her into the car. “Say it again.”
She opens her mouth, but I add, “And I will kiss you right here and now.”
She clamps her mouth shut.
“Thought so.”
“As if I’d let your dirty mouth anywhere near my skin.”
“If I win, I kiss you.”
“If I win, you’re going to delete that picture.”
“Deal.”
She revs her car, and her eyes turn sharp, tunnel vision style.
She reminds me of me when I didn’t care about anything but winning, and it almost killed me.
What happened, princess?