Page 196 of Crazy for this Girl

I heave a brow to get him to believe me. “You’re punishing yourself over something I’m not freaking out about. Do you see me upset?”

“You should be upset, Laynee,” he chides sternly. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Uhh…I liked your dick, so you’re off the hook on this one?” His nostrils flare, so I do the only thing that would make this scenario even, I guess.

I slap him in the face.

It’s not hard since I’m so close to him and can’t get a good swing, but I’m not sure what else to do here for him to straight out chill.

“We even?” I push out my lips for him to give me a kiss, and he hesitates, which makes me narrow my blues at him. “I’m sure Oliver would take this offer if I called him—” The pads of Cal’s fingers press forcefully into my spine in silent cautionary to shut my mouth.

“Finish that sentence, baby, I dare you.” His green eyes seek mine out for me to fully push him into another fit where he can discipline me to his liking.

I can’t say it’s a bad idea, to be honest.

My lips curl in an easy smirk. “Oh, Cal...”

He bends forward, leveling his lips above mine. “I only wanna hear you say ‘oh, Cal’ when my dick is deep in you and you’re about to come apart around me.”

“Like now?”

Cal hits me with an exasperated look, and I’m a little surprised he doesn’t jump head first at the opportunity. “I thought that was a rule.”

I shrug indifferently because I know what I said before. “I break rules.”

“I’m going to go break your ex-boyfriend’s arms for what he did to you.” My brain rewinds to what he said earlier. It didn’t connect with me then since he was going full sociopath on Oliver, but now…

“How did you know about that?”

Cal shakes his head and eyes me in that way that proclaims for me to stop pushing his ass. “Don’t, Laynee…”

“Don’t, what?” I narrow my eyes. "How did you know about the credit cards? It’s like you knew who he was before he even introduced himself.”

“Because I do.” He takes a breath before saying, “I got his ass turned in and charged.”

My brows immediately clash together at his admission and…“You spied on me?”

“I looked up on you,” he asserts sharply.

“And you looked him up too.” I pull away from him, my heart faulting out in skipped beats that we didn’t have to be here. He could’ve come to me already. “And you still didn’t contact me, see me, or even tell me through text what he was doing?”

“You weren’t going to listen to me just like you’re not listening now.” Cal’s commentary is confident in the matter. As if he knows everything that would happen when clearly he didn’t.

“What’s there to listen to?” I snap, slicing a hand through the air. Then I hit him with the jealously that’s been waiting to unleash itself for weeks. “Oh, wait, you were probably dating your dead fiancée.”

Cal’s expression shifts to deadly. “Stop.”

“No, you stop,” I argue. “You’re an asshole. Why the hell do I do this to myself? You don’t know what you want.”

His jaw sets and wild anger suddenly washes over his face. “Yes, I do. Don’t ever fucking say that to me again.”

“Then don’t boss me around when it comes to my personal life,” I return. “Why didn’t you just tell me so it would ease the blow?”

“I just told you why.”

I irritably turn, but then stop and glare back. “You turned him in?”

“And paid off all your debt.”

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