Page 24 of Forgive You

But I’m never that fucking lucky.

Because the second I open the door, I’m roughly pulled to the side and slammed against a hard chest. My heart jumps, and my pussy springs alive, both traitorous bitches praying it’s Jason who came back to finish the job.

Except when I look up, it’s not the pair of blue eyes I’m looking for.

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“Did you fuck him?” Jacob’s hands dig deep into my skin, but I roughly shove out of his grasp.

I’ll be damned if I let him hurt me one more time. I’m not going to kick his groin right now, but only because I don’t need my boss to see me go all ninja mode on my ex-boyfriend. I still want him to extend my contract.

I’m thinking kicking a guest in the balls is not going to improve my reputation with potential clients.

“Jesus Christ, Jacob. Are you dead set on giving me a heart attack?”

“Answer the question.” His voice is thundering, almost as impressive as his glare.

But after years of dealing with this man, it does fuck all with my emotions other than piss me off something fierce.

Fuck. Him.

I step into his space, malice tightening my cheeks while I literally feel my panties soaking from the juices still flowing from my still eager harlot of a pussy.

Great.

“Who I fuck or not is not your concern,” I hiss, casting my eyes from left to right to make sure no one overhears.

“It is if you’re fucking my brother and start blabbing about shit you’re not supposed to.”

NOPE.

I can’t.

I just fucking can’t have this conversation.

He’s staring back at me with an intensity that used to shrivel me, but now it only fuels my frustration.

I’m angry and my thighs still clench, my entire lower body flustered from almost exploding three minutes ago, and Iwill notfucking deal with this.

“You’re paranoid.” I step beside him, shaking my head while I make way to the grand entrance of the venue.

My heels tap onto the shiny floor at an even pace, but inside a fucking hurricane is brewing around my organs.

What the hell is happening?

It’s like the moment I opened my front door today, I’ve been in a parallel universe. My ex-boyfriend is pretending to be my boyfriend to piss off his brother. Jason turned from my friend to an assholelikehis brother, I had an orgasm in a public restroom at a work event. Correction; almost had an orgasm.

Fuck.We could’ve been caught! That would have been a great look.

The humid air knocks me in the face, almost as much as I sense my ex-boyfriend breathing down my neck like a fucking dragon when I reach the sidewalk and, thank fuck, a taxi is waiting in front.

“You know I’m getting really sick of chasing you.” Jacob’s heavy steps trail behind me and I whip around to jam my finger in his chest.

“Then stop! Fucking stop! We broke up, Jacob! We are done.” My volume is low, but the words are spit like venom.

I told him I’d give him what he wanted. Even fucking moved to the other side of the country to make it easy for him. What fucking more does he want?

A fucking kidney?

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