Page 117 of Broken Romeo

Rose? Did I scare you off?

Thirty tense more seconds go by before her response came through.

@AnyOtherRose:

I want to know.

@LightBreaks90:

Good girl.

I really hoped that phrase excited her as much as it did me. But I didn’t pause to find out. My fingers flew across my phone, typing furiously.

@LightBreaks90:

I run my fingers over your panties, imagining I’m touching you. I smell them. I wrap them around my dick and fuck my hand with your panties rubbing me raw. Once, I tasted them, imagining I was licking your pussy.

I stopped there and waited for a response from her, figuring I’d just dip my toes in.

Nothing.

No response at all.

Not even three little dots near her avatar that shows she’s typing.

She just went…silent.

Well, fuck. If that scandalized her then there was no hope for me. Could she really be that surprised at learning I masturbated with her panties? What did she think men did with these kinds of things? Frame them?

Finally, after a tortuous few minutes, another message pinged.

@AnyOtherRose:

I’ll drop the panties off at your locker tomorrow.

The little green dot disappeared from behind her name… and with that, she was gone.

Logged off before I had a chance to even respond to her.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Everyone at this party is staring at me. Everyone.

Including Holden.

He’s shooting daggers across the room at Nolan and me as we shuffle around the bar to order drinks.

And yet, he’s standing over there with Missy Howl on his arm.

Kettle. Meet the pot. You’re both freaking black.

I’m pissed watching him with her— The King and Queen of Broadway—maybe irrationally, considering I’m also here with Nolan. But Nolan’s not my ex. And we’re currently in a show together. Besides, Holden could have given me the heads up that she was going to be here tonight. Especially after he… after what happened with us in my apartment…

Thank God Holden brought me this dress to wear tonight. And the orgasm he delivered with it.

But more so the dress.

Because even with the gorgeous Marc Jacobs gown, I am still so out of place. And it shows by the dirty looks most of the women are throwing my way. If I’d had to wear that bridesmaid’s dress I got off the rack, I’d have felt even more ridiculous.

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