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“Thankfully, I didn’t,” I growl. But I’ve lost Tabatha because of her stunt. That’s right, Dash. She dumped you. You’re free to fuck whomever you want. My cock thickens.

“I love you,” she whispers. “I know you say that you don’t love me anymore, but we were still spending time together and you would call and text me.” She pauses. “But after your party, you stopped. I know you were with her that night. I know the calls have stopped because of her.”

“How do you know that?” She wasn’t there. Was she?

“It doesn’t matter,” she answers through her tears.

I sigh heavily. What the fuck do I do now? Valerie has proven to be a threatening psychopath if she doesn’t get what she wants. And Tabatha has left me.

I sit down on the floor and run a hand through my hair. I close my eyes and my body sways. Thank God, I’m sitting down. My state of drunkenness is getting worse by the second.

Valerie’s crying has quieted and I hear the commotion in front of me. “Dash?”

I open my eyes and look up to see Valerie now standing in front of me. She’s no longer crying. It’s like a faucet she can just turn off. I sit speechless on the floor as she lifts her shirt up over her head. I swallow nervously when she reaches behind her back and unclips the tan bra that was trying to hold in her big tits. The alcohol and my cock remind me how much fun those big bastards were to fuck. To suck on. To come all over.

I shake my head. “I can’t.” Even my voice sounds pathetic.

She doesn’t care what I have to say. That’s the thing about an ex. They know exactly what to say, what to do, in order to get what they want. Hell, I was just doing it with her. And now she’s doing the same thing to me.

Her hands lower to her skinny jeans and she undoes the button. The sound of the zipper is almost deafening even with the sound of the party in the background. My heart is pounding and the alcohol burns my insides.

She steps out of her jeans, slowly allowing my eyes to enjoy the show. I was always attracted to her body. The soft curve of her hips. The way she would sigh or scream when I fucked her. Everything about her but her actual face could turn me on.

Without thought, I stand and place my hands on her naked hips. My fingers dig into them on their own accord. I push her in the door once again and her breath hitches.

“I want you, Dash. It’s been too long.” Her hands find their way into my hair.

She pulls my lips down to hers, but at the last second, I let go of her hips. Grabbing both of her hands, I pin them above her head. Her tits press against my chest as she arches her back and whimpers.

I can’t do this. I want Tabatha back. How would I prove to her that I’m worthy of her if she hears about this? And she will hear about it. That’s only why Valerie is doing it. She already confessed that she thinks I like her. What would she do if she knew the truth? But Tabatha left me! She doesn’t want me.

“Fuck me,” she says breathlessly. “Please. Fuck me,” she begs, and my cock jerks. I’ve been drinking; that’s what makes me want to fuck her. If I were sober, I could walk away from her—it wouldn’t matter if she were naked or fully clothed. It’s just the alcohol talking.

“Valerie…”

She leans in and her lips land on mine. My hands tighten around her wrists in anger as I hold them above her head. She gasps into my mouth from the pain. Without thought, my lips close around hers. I don’t kiss her; I fucking dominate her—my body roughly pinning her against the door and my hands holding her wrists. My mouth takes hers over. Her hips press into my aching cock. Her body trembles as she moans into my mouth. She’s not fighting. She wants me to have my way with her. And the best part is that she isn’t bitching. She fully submits her body to me, and that’s what I always fucking craved with her.

I could never be this way with Tabatha. She’s strong. Even when we have sex, I hold back what I fully want to do with her. I give Tabatha the control. This is where Valerie allows me to be a man. Take what I want, as dirty as I want, and she doesn’t judge me. What would Tabatha think of me if I asked to fuck her like a cheap whore? If I wanted to make her weak in order to feel powerful?

Walk away? She’s walked away from me twice now. Why not take what’s right in front of me?

Making up my mind, I let go of Valerie’s wrists and pull away from her. Breathing heavy, I grab her arms and yank her down to her knees. She falls hard and whimpers from the force.

“Show me.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

TABATHA

The glow from the neon lights and the alcohol is making me feel pretty fucking good at the moment. But I know that I’ll feel like shit tomorrow. I’m only trying to drown out the memory of Dash. I remember the first morning I woke up in bed with him and how I wished I could just remember. Now, I’m just hoping to forget.

I left him! But that was the only option I had left. We had a secret relationship that was bound to fail.

“Another,” Jackie yells over the music as she hands me a shot.

I smile over at her before I down it as she ordered. I couldn’t ask for a better friend than her. She hasn’t even spoke to Blake, or so she says. All I know is that she offered to go to Dash’s party and keep an eye on him. I told her that it didn’t matter anymore. I needed her here with me more than anything else. Thankfully, she understood that.

I turn around and let my eyes adjust to the flashing lights that cover the dance floor. My body vibrates from the music that shakes the floor underneath my heels.

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