Page 28 of Pitiful Lies

“Who the fuck is Bob?” he barks, and I see his fury growing.

“Let go of me,” I growl, but he doesn’t move.

“Koukla, explain.”

“BOB is my battery-operated-boyfriend. My fucking vibrator, you jerk!”

Finally, he lets me shove him away.

“Vibrator,” he says with a slow smile and a deep chuckle.

“Oh, Koukla, we are gonna have so much fun.”

He pulls back onto the highway like nothing just happened and I am over here breathing like I ran three miles.

I shoulda lied and said no, but that would have been just as pitiful as lying about how my body lights up the second he looks at me with intent.

My heart is pounding inside my chest. And Angel is tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, murmuring the words to some old L.L. Cool J song.

He’s even in tune. The jerk.

Shit.

I can’t believe I told him all that. But I feel, well, relieved.

Like now, he knows the real issue. That I’m not some plaything he can take out when he’s bored and toss aside when he’s not.

It’s a shame because looking at Angel, I mean, goddamn, looking at him, I feel like he’s someone I could easily lose my heart to. And that’s why this needs to stop. It’s why I need to move on. Call it a self-preservation instinct.

The car feels stifling, and I swear I can feel anger and some other emotion rolling off him in waves. Angel doesn’t respond. And I’m not surprised.

Not really.

But my chest aches, and I’m wringing my hands in my lap. We have two more hours in this car together, and I have a feeling I’m going to spend the whole time twiddling my thumbs.

Holy shit.

I just told Angel Fury no. And the shit for brains just ignored me. He managed to dig out some very personal information.

It’s like we’ve been fighting this battle, and even when I should have the upper hand, I don’t. I am positive I just lost that round.

And it sucks.

In fact, I’ve never felt so raw in my entire life.

Angel Fury isn’t the type of man to give up on something he wants, and whether it’s about pride or sex or just for kicks, he’s decided he wants me.

The question is, when I give in—because that part is inevitable, I don’t have the wherewithal to withstand a force as formidable as Angel Fury, so yeah, it is when I give in, not if—will I survive the aftermath?

I sure as hell hope so.

CHAPTER EIGHT-ANGEL

This girl.

I am so fucking mad right now.

I’ve been driving for the last two hours in dead silence. I just can’t open my fucking mouth. I’m totally unable to speak after what she just revealed.

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