Page 5 of Never You

Dealing professionally with my deceitful ex was nothing I couldn’t handle for the last few weeks. But since my ass is gettingthe hell out of Dodge within the next twelve hours, I don’t have to behave accordingly anymore.

I will never accept infidelity.

His eyes close for a second, a growl rumbling in this throat before he snaps them open again. Seduction is replaced with anger and confusion, but mostly something vile I was too blind to see when we first started dating.

His eyebrows draw close together, and for a second, I think he might return the favor.

“Let. Go,” I order, my tone quiet but menacing. My heart is slamming against my ribcage, as if it’s trying to find a way out of my body, fueled by adrenaline.

His hand stays wrapped around my wrist, and when I look up he clenches his jaw, like he’s about to lose his calm.

I smirk in question, silently daring him.

His eyes quickly glance at the people around us, then he mutters something I can’t really hear before he finally releases me. A pleading yet angry look stares back at me as he runs a hand through his brown hair, but before any more stupid words roll off his lips I cut him off.

“We’re done, Sean.” I end the conversation, then stride away from him, prancing toward the restroom to calm my nerves.

Those three tequila shots should have made my nerves totally numb but the burst of energy rushing through my veins erased any effect it had three minutes ago.

I take big steps with my chin held high, but I’m burning up inside, feeling like my organs are being liquified. That felt exhilarating, but also triggered a wave of shame I don’t really want to let out right now.

I stroll past the VIP deck until I reach the hall that leads to the bathrooms, when a rough hand claps my wrist once more.

Damn you, Sean.

“What the—” I mutter while my anger rises to an ultimate high. Twisting around, a growl escapes my throat, not hesitating to slap him one more time.

But instead, I freeze, my heart dropping to the floor when I look into a set of unexpected blue-gray eyes. They give me this intense stare, as if he can look right through me, and I suck in a deep breath while my heart rate speeds up again.

Brown hair sits messily on his head, in big contrast with his blue button-up shirt that hugs his athletic physique in a breathtaking way. His tattooed arms look chiseled from under his rolled up sleeves, and I swallow away the dryness in my throat.

Jared James Jensen.

Best defender of the LA knights, hot as fuck, and another royal pain in my fucking ass. He is the epitome of your all-American athlete; handsome, arrogant, violent on the ice, trash-talking, cheating asshole. Add his politician dad in the mix and he’s untouchable.

I glance back and forth between him and the scowling girl who’s still tangled with half his body. Her hand is pressed flat against his chest, standing between his legs while his hand is still tightly wrapped around my wrist.

The scorching feeling of his fingers against my skin makes my cheeks feel flushed for a different reason than the anger Sean just ignited, and I frown, trying to pull myself together before I forget how I really feel about Jensen.

Because just like my cheating ex, I can’t stand him.

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Guess I'm just begging for trouble, 'cause when her blazing eyes meet mine, I can't help but wonder why the heck I keep throwing myself in her spotlight.

“Hey, are you okay?” I narrow my eyes at Rae, sensing the clear shock on her face when her eyes trail down to her wrist caught in my palm.

Her brows move up at my concern, as if I caught her off guard. But any confusion is completely replaced by one of her famous glares when she throws a curious glance at the brunette still pressed against my body.

Fuck.

The judgment is dripping from her face, forming an amused smile in the corner of my mouth as I stare into her brown eyes, knowing exactly what’s coming. They sparkle in the dim lights of the hallway, with specks of gold glistering at me like fireworks. Within a split second, they flash with anger, resulting in a deep exhale from my chest.

There she is.

“I’m fine, Jensen,” she snarls. “Although, since my resignation doesn't officially start until tomorrow, I feel obligated to mentionthatis not the wisest thing to do.”

She points at the girl with disdain, then yanks her wrist from my grip to continue her way to the bathroom, leaving as fast as she appeared and storming off like a damn tornado.

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