Page 4 of Never You

I already wasted enough nights waiting for him, and the only reason I’m giving him a chance to speak is because I want to avoid making a scene.

And this superstar jackass will definitely make a scene if I won’t even talk to him.

His chin dips, then he bites his lower lip in a smoldering attempt as one of his hands slips around my waist.

“Are you still mad, babe?” he coaxes, the backs of his fingers softly stroking the skin on my upper arm at a calculated pace.

“Not mad, just not interested. I’m over it.”

Really, I’m fuming.

“So, you are really leaving?” He tilts his head a little with a sparkle of disbelief in his light blue eyes, almost as if he’s offended I actually am serious about this.

“Yes, I’m leaving tomorrow.”

He moves my body closer, tucking the braid hanging over my shoulder before gently pushing back a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear.

His breath fans my cheek and his hand caresses my skin. It used to make me weak in the knees, sparking the lust he fueled with his touches. Now it’s disgusting because I can’t even guess how many girls he touched before he would come home to me.

“Come on. Stay. We can still make this work. You can move in with me. I’m really sorry, babe. You know I only want you.”

I snort. “Not true. There is a whole list of skanks you want.”

“I’m sorry.Really.”

He’s just sorry he got caught.

I shake my head, slapping his hand away with a warning glare.

“I’m sure you are, but like I said, I’m not interested anymore.” I meet his pleading gaze with a phony smile. “Let it go, Sean. Go have a drink with your friends. I’m done. We’re done. The longer we’re seen together, the sooner TMZ will be announcing we’re athingagain.’’

He wraps a hand around the back of my neck and hoovers his lips above mine, making it hard for me to stay calm and collective. The aggravation is building up in my stomach, and I close my eyes to make sure I don’t do anything stupid before he finds out Rebel Rae was known for more than just substance abuse.

“But wearea thing, babe,” he whispers, a seductive flame dancing in his gaze.

He leans in, brushing my cheek with his lips. I wait for the tingling to start, combined with the weightlessness his kisses used to give me every time our bodies connected, but all that’sleft is disappointment. An explosive emotion if you combine it with the agitation that’s settling in my chest.

“Wewerea thing, Sean. Past tense,” I retort, slowly but firmly pushing him a few steps back. “But that wasn’t enough for you.”

I have a hard time keeping a straight face, not willing to give him the pleasure of watching me lose control. But really, I’m a ticking time bomb and he’s holding the remote to detonate.

“You know, it’s insulting that you actually think I would still want to be with someone who cheated on me for months. I’m better thanthat, and I’m sorry that you just found out now, but you are too late, Sean. Congratulations on winning the Cup.”

I pivot past him, refusing to look at him for another second. The jackass might have a whole harem waiting for him, but I sure as fuck won’t be part of it any longer.

But he’s a persistent motherfucker, always has been. It’s the reason we started dating in the first place.

He snatches my wrist, tugging me back. Instantly aggravation builds, my eyes shut while my heart starts to race at a frightening pace, as I can feel my muscles tense.

“Rae, baby, stop fighting it, we both know—” His words are lost in the echo of my hand slapping his cheek, a sound that rings in my ear like the bells of Santa on Christmas morning.

My palm burns when it connects with his skin, but it's a good burn.

A glorious one.

One I’ve been dying to experience since the moment I walked into the locker room and found him pounding the latest intern.

I’ve been the star of self-control for the last few years. It was a skill I needed to learn to be able to do my job in the right way, working with cocky athletes, and that only grew more and more with experience.

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