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She won’t end up with me, I already know and have repeated this in my head thousands of times. So seeing her with someone else that isn’t me, is the reality of the situation. And my payback is that I get front row seats for the shit.

Problem is, it’s Mills.

I see this sick fuck practically everyday of my life. And I refuse to deal with him trying to get down her pants to where I get to remember that he had.

Why, because he’s gentler than me?

Because he attempted to help her when I wouldn’t and just wanted to hurt her every chance I got. In a way, they both betrayed me or so I thought. Then the truth pelted me in the head along with my sister’s hand.

Stormi wasn’t guilty of anything, but Mills was because he didn’t know she wasn’t. He was feeding and showing compassion to someone that I thought planned to murder my sister.

Stop, it’s his nature, and you’re trying to pick a fucking fight.

The saying “ don’t get your panties in a bunch”, I’m starting to understand it. It’s annoyingly accurate and something I never thought I’d ever berate myself for.

The skin of Stormi’s back illuminates the red lights of this shithole, and I know her stomach is on full display for Mills. I’m aware that he’s probably in heaven right now. That he may have had his own fantasies about Stormi in his dreams, with a bottle of lube or just when he saw her, made him hard.

I’m not happy with either of those.

In fact, I’m thinking about planning an accident for him if I were to find out that his eye-fucking her goes further than that.

Stormi suddenly pulls her long hair out of her ponytail and lets it cascade down her back and shoulders. Raking her fingers through it, she begins to lower her body as her hips pendulate back and forth in a hypnotic motion.

I can’t pull my attention from her, she’s all I ever see, and it makes me uncomfortable. It’s becoming some sort of addiction. A thing I can’t knock off with a few hits of hash and a beer, submerging herself into my skin, and it’s not a safe place for her to be.

Mills’ eyes catch mine, but there’s no cocky smirk or edge to his expression that’s jabbing. No, it’s fucking worse.

He’s turned on.

It only proceeds to go downhill when Stormi pivots on her heels to face me, giving Mills a perfect view of her ass. It keeps going as she backs up for him to be able to put his hands on her. And when she sits in his laps, her blue eyes latch on to mine.

My back hits the couch, watching her next move, and expecting her to pry her focus from me.

But she doesn’t, not when Mills finds her hips, and she abrades her ass against his body.

Her lips move to the words of Harley Quinn by Princess Nokia. The bass gives her confidence, and so does the several drinks Mills ordered for her, and God knows what else they’ve consumed.

She’s fucking stunning in this lighting, and I can’t help but just gawk at her. I’m not able to move because I’m rock hard and I’ll do something extremely stupid. Fucking my ex-prisoner isn’t on the to-do list, especially in a strip club.

And she warrants more than that.

Mills’ palms land on her upper thighs and pulls so that his cock and her pussy are perfectly aligned. Her eyes flutter, and I know he’s hard right now, and dare I say, so is she? She doesn’t quit, her body twerking in his lap, the way Mills’ fingers just spread and are traveling down to her center has my whole demeanor about to break.

In five, four, three, two...

Stormi bites down on her lower lip, confirming the fact what I just feared. She wants to come...and she either doesn’t care if it’s Mills or maybe that’s what she’s wanted since day one.

And who the hell am I to take that from her?

If she’s having a great time, I’m just the asshole that keeps taking shit from her. She deserves every moment, no matter if I want them to particularly play out that way or not.

Mills must make her feel good. And apparently, he’s doing a really good job right in front of my face—Stormi seems to forget I’m here. Her eyes are semi-closed, and she seems to be enjoying how she’s feeling right now.

Yeah, I’m fucking done with this shit.

My hand is already clutching her arm, yanking her off Mills within seconds of me getting to my official breaking point. Her chest crashes into mine, and I’m backing myself and her to where I was previously just sitting. My ass hits the couch, and I drag her into my lap, letting her full weight fall on top of me.

She peers down at me, eyes glossed over in a pretty blue haze of pink drinks and jello shots.

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