Page 151 of Crazy for this Girl

“And that’s it?” he leers, again looking as though I betrayed him in some way instead of the other way around. “You didn’t ask him where I was? Where you could’ve found me?”

My cord of already thinning patience splits at that moment.

I’m done.

I’m not to blame here.

I didn’t do anything, but love him more than anyone I’ve ever loved in my life. He’s the one that shattered my life.

“Step back and away from me,” I seize out, glaring my rage into his pretty green eyes. “I have work to do.”

“We’re not done here, yet.”

“Oh, we’re so done here.” I rise to stand, but he doesn’t move, blocking my exit and need to end this conversation.

“Tell me why I didn’t have you standing in front of me when I came back home. I need to know why you left without my seeing you.”

“Why, does it bother you that I abandoned you too?” His whole expression turns from angry to absolutely furious within a second. If I knew Cal would never hurt me, I think I’d be scared that he’d wrap his hand around my throat and choke.

“Tell. Me. Now, Laynee, or I swear to fucking Christ I will make your life a living fucking hell like mine has been for the last few hours.”

“Ask your father,” I counter back.

“He’s fucking dead!” he hollers out. “And I’m asking you.” He bends forward and closer. “And you’re going to fucking tell me why, when the opportunity presented itself, that my best friend wasn’t with me.”

I flex my fingers to keep from slapping him across his face. “Get out of my face, Cal.”

“Tell me, Laynee.” His statement is like a plea, but a stern one, needing to know all the pieces to the puzzle that used to make us up.

I could keep rounding this Merry-Go-Round like I normally would’ve done as a teen with him, arguing and pointing fingers, but I need out of this office right now before I do something I’ll regret.

Like knee him in the balls.

“He told me that you moved to New York. That you were dating someone. That you left me behind for a reason. His unbridged words were that our childhood friendship was over and you were settling into your place as a man. I never asked for another address, and if he tried to give it to me, I didn’t hear it. I was too busy running back to my waiting cab.”

Cal stares at me for what seems to be an eternity before its weighty focus falls to my lips. “I would’ve given anything to see you again, Laynee. Fucking anything.”

Then his mouth crashes into mine, pushing me farther into my chair and rendering my brain to malfunction with what he just said and what he’s doing now.

A wisp of his tongue grazes between my lips, enticing me to open up wider, and mindlessly I do.

I always did.

His kiss is fire, melting me into the soft leather I’m in and under his domineering body. I’m undeniably fused to Cal Harper whether I want to be or not.

I clench my legs together under my dress, feeling my pussy ache desperately as he tastes me for the third time in our lives.

He growls, low and so deep in his chest, that it only encourages me to give back what he’s giving me.

This isn’t like before when we were seventeen and eighteen.

This time it’s famished with being away from each other for so long. And I’m not sure how we’re here.

I’ve dreamt of Cal expressing himself to me on several million occasions but being older now, with different lives and so many pent-up emotions frightens me. He has so much more power to crush me underneath him. I’ve obviously sprinted in one place for a long time, before I was desperate enough to get out by moving to where I’m not so hung up.

Still never worked.

I’m so anchored to him emotionally and mentally that the chain hasn’t severed yet as much as I wanted it to.

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