Page 19 of The Secrets Behind Us

He looks me up and down, “Sure. But I need to take some pain medication first. And only if you take your pants back off.”

I suddenly feel guilty, thinking the worst. Of course he's annoyed and frustrated, he's in pain. "Only if you take your pain medication first."

He lets out a loud sigh and turns back to the bathroom. After a long minute, he comes back moving slowly to the kitchen to get a glass of water, throwing back his medication.

"Are you happy now?" he asks with annoyance in his tone.

I don't answer him. I keep my eyes on him the whole time as I undo the button on my pants, then pulling the zipper down. I slip my pants off. I’m standing in front of his kitchen counter in my shirt and panties.

“You look fucking good, Sugar Lips.” His gaze is scorching as he licks his lips.

We’re interrupted by my phone buzzing on the coffee table.

“I’ve got it.” He leans down to grab my phone.

“No, Dexter, it’s okay.” I lunge toward the table, trying and grab my phone before he does, but I'm not fast enough.

He puts up his hand and lifts my phone looking at me. The fun loving look he had on his face has disappeared, replaced by a look of anger. “What the fuck is this?”

I step closer to grab my phone from him, when he lifts it above his head, not allowing me to get it. When I’m closer, he grabs my arm with his other hand “Why the fuck is someone sending you threatening texts?”

Chapter twelve

Dexter

I'm utterly fixated on Hazel as she slides her jeans down her long, toned legs. When I came out of the bathroom, I was starving and was also going to suggest getting some food, but when I saw her, I became hungry for something else.

Watching her makes my cock so fucking hard and I can’t wait to use my tongue and lick every inch of her skin. If my ribs weren’t bruised and broken, I would lift her up, fucking her against the wall. I know I’m supposed to be pissed at her, but I can’t seem to muster any anger.

Even after all these years, I can’t resist her. It’s like a magnet pulling me toward her.

Her phone buzzes on the table and draws my attention from her sexy as sin body. “I’ve got it.”

She steps toward it in a hurry. “No, Dexter, it’s okay.”

But I beat her to it and what I see makes rage boil under my skin.

Unknown: I told you to stay away from Dexter, sweetheart. Now he’s going to pay for you not listening.

My blood is pumping. Who the fuck is texting Hazel that threat? How long has this been going on? And why didn’t she tell me?

I look over at Hazel not hiding my feelings at all. Because I’m fucking furious at her and whoever this son of a bitch is.

“Hazel, who is threatening you?” I demand. My voice is so low and menacing I don't even recognize it myself.

Her eyes avert from mine and go straight to the ground. She clasps her hands and wrings them together. “Hazel, look at me.”

Her eyes snap up to mine. I grab her chin tight. She tries to pull away from me, but I don’t let her. “Tell me who is texting you.”

“I…I don’t know,” she stutters out.

I keep my eyes on her and hers start to well up with tears and spill over her lash line, streaking down her cheeks. “I’m so so…sorry,” she says in a hushed whisper.

“Why are you sorry, Hazel?” I lash out. Why the hell didn't she tell me that someone had been threatening her. Is this why she left?

She doesn’t answer me, instead pulling away and this time I let her. “I need to go.”

Those words cut me deep, but I don’t show it. I can’t let her know that she could possibly break me again. I’m not letting her leave. Deep down I have a feeling that if I let her go, she'll run. I can’t let that happen.

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