“How what goes?”
“Abrielle, it’s all you saw from your mother.”
I suck in a breath and hold it.
Wow. Really?
“I’m not judging,” Colver says. “Look at me. Look at us. Tell me we aren’t the fucking same as them. Here you are, in a pinch, looking for someone to save your ass. And here I am, looking for someone to fuck. It meshes. It works. Right?”
“I feel like you’re insulting me really hard right now, Colver.”
“And?”
“And… I can’t believe that I’m agreeing with you.”
“Exactly,” he says. “I’m not being a dick about it.”
“Oh, not at all,” I say.
I roll my eyes and turn away from him.
A little bit ago I had tears of happiness wanting to come to my eyes because of Colver. Now it’s right back to all I know from him.
Him being a total asshole.
Yet he does it in such an honest way… like it somehow negates his cruelty.
Fuck him.
A hand touches my shoulder and spins me around.
I look up at Colver.
He touches my face. “What the fuck, kitten? We’re both fucked up because of where we came from.”
“That’s just a sorry excuse and you know it.”
“Excuse for what?”
“For whatever happens now. You just fall back on where you came from. I don’t do that.”
“No? Then why did you find me to help you with this Simon guy, huh? You could have gotten a lawyer. You could have sold some stuff and paid for it. Nope. You came to me. And what did I do? I wanted your fucking body all to myself and I got it. So then I show up, swipe a credit card for six figures and we’re both happy.”
“Six figures?” I ask. “You paid-”
Colver presses his thumb to my lips to shut me up.
“It’s done,” he says. “Okay? It’s done.”
He lowers his thumb.
There’s this sudden rush that hits me out of nowhere.
Words flowing from my brain and other places, colliding near my tongue.
“Least I can do now is give you a goodbye blow job, right?” I blurt out.
For some reason in my head it sounded sexier and flirtier and maybe even funnier. A way to break the tension and maybe make Colver smile. Then we could laugh and get a bite to eat and…