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“Why was she even with you?” I demand. “Did you sleep with her that day and then sleep with me that night?” I take a step toward him and place my hand on his chest shoving him out of my way, not even caring to hear his answer. I already know it.

I walk past him, and he grabs my upper arm before yanking me back. “No,” he growls. “I didn’t sleep with her that day and you’re the only girl I’ve been fucking,” he snaps.

My eyes widen at his words then they narrow. “You are nothing but a lying son of a bitch,” I spit in his face.

“I’m not lying,” he shouts as his dark gray eyes bore into mine.

Lie. “So that really was Blake who text you this morning?” I already know the answer. Why would she have lied to me? She doesn’t have any reason to lie to me, but him…?

He releases me. He doesn’t say anything as he breathes heavily and stares down at me with narrowed eyes and a tight jaw. His silence tells me more than his words can. He lied. It really was her. He really does have a girlfriend. And I really have fallen for him. ‘Cause, otherwise, it wouldn’t hurt this bad. The betrayal I feel wouldn’t cut so deep.

I wouldn’t be here fighting with him. I would have gotten into my car and left. I wouldn’t have wanted him to tell me that she was lying. He would have had an explanation for everything I just asked.

I hang my head and take a deep breath trying to calm my nerves. My chest is tight, and my eyes sting.

I watch as his black riding boots take a step toward me, and then I feel his hands in my hair. I swallow the lump in my throat and close my eyes as he softly pulls my head up so I will have to look at him.

“She means nothing to me,” he says softly.

And it makes my heart hurt even more. How can he treat her this way? She truly thinks that she is his girlfriend, and he has been stringing her along. How long will he do that to me?

“Please look at me,” he begs, and I slowly open my eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers as he lets go of my hair and wipes away the tear that runs down my cheek. “I have lied to you.” He closes his eyes and exhales as if to admit that hurt him. He opens them and looks back down at me. “And that ends right now. I’ll tell you everything tonight. Please don’t leave like this. Mad at me.” He runs a hand through my hair. “I want to tell you everything. I just need one more chance.”

“I shouldn’t be giving you one more chance,” I say truthfully. I mean, I’ve known the guy for what a week now, maybe two, and he’s been lying to me.

He licks his lips nervously as he looks up and scans the back part of the parking lot. I know my dad is probably wondering where in the hell he is.

“I know.” He sighs looking back at me. “But I’m begging you. Just give me one chance to explain everything to you, and then if you want, I’ll leave you alone.”

What could there possibly be to explain? If she’s just an ex then why is she so important? Then a thought hits me and I freeze. “Do you guys have a child?” I love children. That wouldn’t push me away if that were the case.

“No,” he snaps and then lets out a long breath. “I have no children,” he finishes through gritted teeth.

I nod my head, confused by his anger at my question. “I have to get back.” His eyes soften as he speaks. “Please don’t leave. Stay here. And I’ll make everything right.” He leans down and places his lips on mine. I stand totally still at first. But after a few seconds, I open up and allow him to kiss me. Once again, I fall into him and allow him to take what he wants from me. It’s different with him than it was with Rodger because I want it from Dash just as much as he wants it from me. I wanna lose myself in him.

He slows the kiss down and pulls away. “I gotta go, baby.” He lightly kisses my forehead and then looks down at me.

“Go,” I whisper. “I’m not going anywhere,” I say, and I give him a small smile.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

TABATHA

My heart pounds in my chest and my body trembles. I gasp, trying to catch my breath.

“You sure know how to stroke a man’s ego,” Dash’s voice whispers into my ear as his hand slides between our bodies and his fingers find my clit. I gasp as he starts to massage it. He chuckles as he buries his face deeper into my neck.

I arch my back, allowing him better access, as I suck in another breath. “You’re the one doing all the work,” I pant as his body lies on top of mine.

I feel him smile against my neck. I let out a shriek as he rolls over and pulls me on top of him. He looks up at me with a smirk on his face. A few strands of dark hair stick to his slick forehead. “You can have all the control you want, darling.” I’m momentarily paralyzed as his light gray eyes stare up into mine. The morning light coming in through the window makes them sparkle. The smirk grows across his face as he places his hands behind his head. Arrogant bastard. He knows what he does to me when he looks at me like that. Like I’m the only woman in the world. Like neither one of us has a past. Like we’re not hiding from the present. I don’t know what our future holds, but at this moment, it goes on forever.

I run my hands up his smooth and hard chest, the sweat from our bodies making it slippery. I want to taste him in every way. To the point that it may make me sound somewhat insane. Leaning down, I place my lips on his chest and give him a soft kiss. I continue giving him soft kisses as I slide my body down his.

He lifts his hips and he lets out a deep growl as I wrap my fingers around the base of his dick. I wet my lips and lower my mouth over him as his hands find their way into my hair. So much for being in charge. I don’t mind it, though. He can have all the control over me that he wants.

He moans as I pull him to the back of my throat. I let out a noise of my own when I taste myself on him. As I go to pull up, his hands in my hair grip me tighter and he lifts his hips, pushing deeper into my mouth. I try to fight the urge to pull back, to fight his control. He’s not Rodger, I tell myself.

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