“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes.”
“How far do you want me to take this?”
My heart was pounding, mirroring his. I could feel it against my chest.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
“I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“I’m aware, but that doesn’t answer my question.”
I kissed him again, moaning into his mouth. “I don’t want you to say goodbye to me, Leo.”
“Mila.” Cain’s voice dragged me back to the present. Where he was the man now on top of me. “Where did you go?”
“Nowhere.” I smiled. “I’m right here with you.”
“Good.” He kissed his way down my neck. Never taking his eyes off mine.
I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.
I repeated the mantra over and over again, especially as he nuzzled under my ear. Grinning like a fool, he pecked his lips down to my chest, and before he could get to my breasts, I immediately grabbed his hand.
“I’m so sorry, Cain. I can’t do this.”
He opened his mouth to reply but was cut short. The front door of my studio apartment flew open and both of our eyes snapped toward the disruption.
“Oh shit.” My heart dropped, sank right to my stomach, locking eyes with the man I least expected.
His seething glare shifted from me to his best friend that still had his face above my cleavage.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!”
And that was the first thing I heard Leo say since we spoke last.
Chapter 32
—Leo—
I thought about that fucking Facebook message all damn day. Not once did I stop thinking about Mila and Cain fucking.
Tonight’s the night.
Three words.
Three fucking words that put my ass in check real fucking quick.
I was driving to the airport with no luggage, no flight information, no boarding pass, just pure mad driven love. I was coming for what had always been mine.
Mila.
She shrieked while I lunged toward Cain at the same time. Jumping off the bed, Cain put his hands in the air. “Bro, it’s not what you think!”
Before the last word left his mouth, my fist was connecting with his jaw.
Mila loudly gasped as his head whooshed back, taking half of his body with it. He stumbled, catching his footing, meeting my intense rage.
I never thought it would come to this.
Bullshit.
Yes, I did.
I knew it would the second I found Cain in her bedroom of her apartment all those months ago in Tennessee. I knew it then, however I tried to pretend like my best fucking friend wouldn’t betray me like that.
Both of them.
“Leo, you need to calm down!” she exclaimed.
“Calm down? Calm down? You want me to calm down when my best fucking friend was about to fuck you!”
“What does it matter? You don’t claim me, remember?”
All the blood drained from my face. I jerked back, glaring at Cain who was purposely moving around his jaw. “Whoa, you fucking told her? You piece of shit!”
“No! I read it on his laptop! It isn’t his fault that you regret sleeping with me! Now it makes sense why you wouldn’t ask me to stay!”
“You wouldn’t ask her to stay?”
“Fuck you, Cain!”
“Leo! Stop it!”
“You said you regretted sleeping with me, remember?”
“Leo.” Cain held his hands up in the air again. “Come on, this isn’t the right way. I’m your best friend, just think about it for a second.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Think about what? Your dick inside of her? Because that’s the only thing I’ve thought about all fucking day!”
“Great,” he shamelessly admitted. “I wanted you to.”
“You son of a bitch!” I punched him in the nose, and blood shot out in an instant.
“Oh my God!” Mila jumped off the bed, showing me what she was wearing, or what little she wasn’t.
“Put some fucking clothes on!” I roared, pulling off my hoodie, I threw it at her.
“Jesus! You fuck!” Cain held onto his nose which wouldn’t stop gushing blood. “I’m only with her so you can get the stick out of your ass and realize you fucking love her!”
“What?”
“Do you need me to spell it out for you? You love Mila! She loves you! You two have loved each other our entire lives, you stupid dip shit! Making fucking sense now?” He looked up at the ceiling. “Can someone get me a towel? I’m fucking dying here!”
Despite the pissed off expression on her face, Mila slid my hoodie over her head, hurrying into the kitchen.
“What the fuck is going on?” I asked, impatiently waiting for an answer.
Mila rushed back toward Cain, holding the towel up to his nose. “I have no idea. This is news to me too. So what, Cain? You were just using me?”
His eyes met hers. “You really want to question who was using who, Mi?”
“Stop fucking calling her that. She’s not a fucking dog.”
“Oh really? Because Lala doesn’t sound like a goddamn poodle!”
“Stop!” she chastised. “Both of you.” Grabbing Cain’s arm, she guided him toward the couch to sit down.
“He’s fine, Mila. Stop babying him.”
“Eat my dick! I can’t breathe! I think you broke my nose!”
I heard a loud pop, followed by Cain growling out in pain, but the blood stopped flowing.
Mila shrugged. “Not anymore.”
He peered up at her. “How did you know how to do that?”
“Grey’s Anatomy,” I responded for her. She made me watch that shit show more times than I cared to remember.
“You’ll be okay.” She let go of the towel. “You’ll bruise, but you’ll heal fine.”
“Fuck your nose. You should be thanking me for fixing your pretty boy fucking face!”
Cain stood, and she gripped onto his arm, holding him steady.
“He’s not a little boy, Mila. Let him come at me like a man.”
“If you try to hit me again, Leo! I’m going to fucking hit you back!”
“Oh my God! Are we at the playground?” She pointed to me. “You stand over there. And you.” She nodded toward the farthest corner of her place. “Go stand over there. If you’re going to continue to act like children then I will treat you like them. You’re no longer allowed to be within hitting distance of each other.” When neither of us moved, she ordered, “Move it!”
We did as we were told, and she sat down in the middle between us, on her coffee table. Taking a huge deep breath, she glanced at me first. “What are you doing here?”
I didn’t hesitate in speaking my truth, “I’m here for you.”
“Come again?”
“You heard me, Lala. I’m here for you. You’re coming home with me and that’s the end of it.”
Her eyes widened. “Ummm… excuse me? How about you rephrase that before I’m the one that’s hitting you.”