Fuck that girl. That’s the problem. I want to fuck, steal, and keep that girl. Goddammit.
“Do you like that?” she purrs, trying to kiss my neck, but I push her face away and undo the string of my grey sweatpants to give her room as I shove her hand in.
“Jerk me off.”
She wraps her hand around my soft cock and starts to beat it up and down, brushing her tits against me, but it does nothing. Fucking nothing. Come on. Are you fucking kidding me? This asshole dick of mine is going to lie there at half chub and pretend we aren’t about to get worked over. Traitor. I could sit here and power through—instinct will take over and I could fuck Laura until I’m spent—but goddamn, I don’t want to.
This is Donovan’s fault. Motherfucker.
My hand shoots out, grabbing Laura by the wrist and removing her hand from my cock.
“As much fun as this isn’t…I’m good.”
I pull out my phone from my pocket and swipe it open.
“What are you doing? Let me blow you, but you can’t tell anyone, okay.”
Is this chick serious? I glance up, spying the address of the nearby Taco Bell. My thumbs speedily type onto my phone before answering.
“Laura, go find some self-respect. Get out.”
When she doesn’t move, I lean over and unlock the door, pushing it open, and stare at her again.
“Excuse me? I’m offering you head, and you’re kicking me out?”
“Yes. Your Uber will be here in two minutes.”
She slams the door and turns back. “I guess she was right. Trying on her shoes doesn’t make me Cinderella.”
My teeth grind together as I peel out, making a U-turn, and head back for the only logical answer to solve my problem.
Donovan Kennedy.
I pull into the lot to see that it’s empty; everyone is gone. Grabbing my phone from my lap, I dial Liam, listening to the ringing before he answers.
“Where the fuck did you disap—”
“Is she with you?”
“Who?”
“Don’t be an asshole. You know who.”
“That’s not your business. Take it like a man, Grey.”
“Don’t count your W yet, Liam.”
There’s a long beat of silence between us, and I know he’s feeling the same thing I am—worry. Now I understand how empires are wagered and lost. Kingdoms destroyed. All over a woman.
“Are we good?” Liam asks, filling the silence.
“Yeah.”
I mean that. But I know it the moment I say it, not before. And I’m not sure how long it’ll last the further we fall. Just give up, Liam.
He gives a half laugh. “I won’t give up. You know that, right?”
Fucking Liam. Always manages to know exactly what I’m thinking. My shoulders rise as I answer, gripping the wheel harder as I pull out of the lot.
“I won’t lose. You know that.”
“You already did.”
The line disconnects, and I toss the phone onto the seat. Liam’s premature celebration doesn’t matter because I’ve gotten what I was after. There’s no fucking way she’s with him. He wouldn’t have said any of that in front of Donovan.
It looks like I’m storming the castle.
Pulling out into traffic quickly, I speed down the road, uncaring and aggressive, garnering a few horns. My middle finger raises as my speed kicks up, and I weave around people fueled by my mission.
This is bullshit. Donovan’s been with me in this attraction since day one. All the flirting, the connection—it was me she dreamed of. I’m not inventing it. It’s there, wrapped continuously around us. I saw her face when I put Laura in my car. She was furious. I recognized the look because it’s precisely what I felt when she walked out from behind the tree.
That fucking tree. I should burn it down.
The city lights glow bright around me as I exit the tunnel and continue cutting around the other cars. Why even bother to fucking kiss me when you’re going to whore around with that asshole? I’m the one you want, Cherry. If this is another fucking game to punish me, I’m gonna make her pay a high price for my forgiveness.
Donovan’s cut me with every rejection, then pushed the knife in when planning the stupid bet, but she twisted it in my gut like Judas when she gave away what’s mine to Liam.
My fucking lips. My fucking kiss.
Her building comes into view, and my foot hits the pedal harder. I speed around a white Volvo and cut off another car, pulling up to her home with screeching tires. My body jolts when my right front tire hits the curb as I throw the car in park.
I’m vibrating, I’m so fucking pissed. I toss my door open, not bothering to close it, and throw the keys to the approaching doorman.
“Fix it.”
He looks taken aback as the keys land in his hands, and I’m sure he’s wondering what the fuck’s going on, but I don’t care. I push the glass doors open, storming straight past the concierge and into the elevator. My palm viciously smacks the button for her floor, but nothing happens.
Fuck. Key card.
I lean my head out between the steel doors, gripping the frame, and bellow, “Grey McCallister for Donovan Fucking Kennedy!”
My pressed lips hold my breath captive, the only means of escape being my nostrils, which are flared and pushing out air like a bull. Heels click across the tiled floor quickly as a woman from the staff ducks into the elevator shaft, waving a card in front of a tiny mounted reader, and presses the button for the top level. She steps out, the doors close, and I’m lifted.
I finally open my mouth, letting out a heavy breath and running my hand through my hair. And even after what Donovan did, the nerve in her expression when Laura got into the car. She kisses Liam, then has a fucking opinion about what I do?
No, Cherry. We aren’t playing these games.
The ding sounds, and I slap the inner door, wanting it to open faster. I don’t even wait for it to completely open before I slide through, stepping out into the entryway that leads to her front door.
I walk past a large table, with an audacious flower arrangement that smells too sweet, and ring the bell once. When it’s not answered quickly enough, I press it over and over and over until a very flustered butler opens with a scowl.
“Where is she?”
My words are less than polite as I push past him and make my way inside, toward the staircase. He spins, pulling his robe tighter.
“Excuse me, Mr. McCallister. It’s very late. I will call security if need be.”
“Call them. Make sure to say ‘Grey McCallister broke into the building his family owns.’ And butler, I didn’t ask for the fucking time. Is she in her room?”
His blank stare serves as a deterrent about as much as his bullshit threat. I head upstairs, gripping the rail as I turn to the hallway and stalk toward her door. Grabbing the handle, I throw her door open. I’m past the point of reason, unhinged and ready to ruin my best friend’s life. And by best friend I mean Donovan.
The door bounces off the wall and back into my waiting palm. Her big blue eyes swing my way, looking at me like I’m insane from where’s she standing in the doorway of her closet.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I came to ask you the same.”