Page 23 of Forgive You

What the hell?

He leans in, and automatically, I close my eyes, sucking in his fresh scent while his mouth falls flush with my temple.

“And then watch it slip out of your hands.” There’s a diabolical tone in his voice that I’ve never heard before, and my eyes grow big as he steps back with a wolfish grin.

The blood drains from my face, though they are still heated by my pussy that’s waiting for the grand finale.

He’s joking, right?

But with each step he takes back, keeping his smug expression unwavering, I know he’s not.

I haven’t seen him more serious in his life, and he’s a fucking serious guy most of the time. The one who’s got his ducks in a row, quacking only when he has something useful to say and keeping his mouth shut if his opinion isn’t asked for. He’s the sensible one, but there ain’t nothing sensible about that shit-eating grin on his face.

“What the fuck?” I hiss.

He flips his wrist, glancing at his watch, then winks. “Oh, damn. Look at the time. My date is waiting. You and Jacob deserve each other, you little cheat.”

What?No.

Fuck.

Cheat?!Shit.

My head staggers. “I’m not–”

“What, Jules? A cheater like he is? Or with him in the first place?”

Oh, you stupid, stupid girl.

His eyes gleam with pride, as if he just claimed victory. He played me, and he knows it.

JasonfuckingSpencer played me, and I showed all my cards. He knows I’m full of shit, and I bet now he’s going all feral on this entire thing. Like a pitbull he’s going to bite and bark until he gets to the bottom of this.

Completely and utterly speechless, I stand there. My gaze trails every backward step he takes toward the door, not waiting for a reply, before he disappears through it with a wink, my pussy still throbbing.

“FUCK!”

He talked about tormenting me. About making my life a living hell, but being used to the nasty streaks of his brother, I nevertook his threats seriously. I expected some discomfort and a lot of frustration. He’s taking this shit to a whole other level.

“Bastard!” I find my reflection in the mirror, my gaze furious.

I let him get this close. I underestimated him because he’s Jason. He’s my friend. Or he was.Goddamnit.Everything has fucking changed.

I take a towel from the dish next to the sink, then hold it underneath the faucet before turning it on. The cold water flows over my wrists, cooling my boiling veins a little before I hold the damp cloth against my neck.

I can’t believe he just fucking did that.

I wet my cheeks next, trying to get rid of some of the flushed skin that will betray me the second I walk out there, then grab another towel to dry my face.

I need to fucking get out of here, find the comfort of my apartment with a sweater and a cup of tea before turning on a rom-com to forget this night ever happened.

Or open a bottle of wine for myself.

Not sure which one it will be, but regardless, it’s time to fucking go.

I spin on my heels, then pull up an imaginary mask of indifference with my chin held high as I prance to the door.

All I have to do is make it from the bathroom to the grand entrance, grab the nearest cab, and be on my way. I can do that. The night can’t get any worse than this anyway.

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