Page 52 of Tempting Him

He groans low in his throat as he strokes. “Tell me you like it. Tell me you want all those things.”

An orgasm is building, and he’s doing just enough to keep it on the edge, but not enough to push me over. I’m desperate, pushing against the finger near my asshole, fucking the hand around my cock.

“Yes!” The word is ripped from me. “Yes, I fucking want it, are you happy now?”

He stops touching me altogether, moving away. I get up and spin around, my eyes wild as I look at him. He’s pulling his pants back up, so I do the same.

“And that doesn’t make you less of a man. Being a selfish asshole does.” He reaches for his keys and wallet, gaze flying to mine once again. “You forced me to be like you. How does it feel to be used?”

“I wasn’t using you!”

“You said I was only here for you to fuck. Just because I came each time doesn’t mean you weren’t using me. You wanted what you wanted and didn’t care about my desires.”

“Then why did you keep coming here?”

He levels me with a look, then shakes his head. “Guess it doesn’t matter.”

“I told you the first night that we were gonna do things my way and my way only. This is my way, Jayden. I was honest with you.”

“Okay, then it’s my fault,” he says. “I guess I was confused by the invitations to share a meal with you, by the bits of yourself you offered at work earlier.”

“I can’t give you what you want. I’m not capable of it.”

He sighs. “It’s fine. I don’t want it. I’ll see you at work on Monday, boss. I’m assuming you’ll be able to keep this and that separate, considering you don’t have any feelings to get in the way.”

He slams the door as he leaves.

Jayden

21

After leavingAlek’s hotel wearing the clothes he gave me once I was out of the shower, I rush home to change into my own shit, not wanting any reminders of him.

I’m not a guy who gets easily angered, but tonight, he really pissed me off and turned me into something I’m not. I’m not spiteful and vindictive, but I wanted to use him in the way I felt he was using me.

I’m aware of hisrules, but like I told him, it became confusing when he was asking me to eat with him, when he shared pieces of his life with me, when he let me kiss him. I thought he was opening up and tearing down a wall. Instead, tonight he basically said I was a hole for his dick and nothing else. I know I was fucked up toward people in the past, but I was never like this. I didn’t tell them they were only good enough to fuck.

I get it. I know why there are rules in place. Don’t fuck your boss because when shit goes south, you’re left in this uncomfortable situation. He has the power. He can remove me from the program and make sure I don’t get hired. I contemplate even showing up on Monday.

My anger fuels me, so once I’m changed, I go downstairs where there’s a party raging, and I drink. I drink until I can forget about Alek, and how I actually started liking him even though I have every reason not to. I drink until I don’t want to call him or send him a message, cursing him out for making me feel like shit.

“Hey, Jay.” A brunette plops down next to me, but it takes me several seconds to see clearly enough to recognize her.

“Oh, hey, Tee.”

I call her Tee, but she goes by Tia, which is just a shortened version of her actual name—Tatiana.

She laughs. “Wow, you’re pretty drunk.”

My grin is slow as she blurs into two people. “Ding ding.”

“You okay?”

I shrug, or I think I do. “Yeah, fine.” I try to scoot up from the bench that’s pushed against the wall. “Was I ever an asshole to you?”

“What?” she questions with a giggle.

“You know, did I treat you like shit when we were hooking up?”

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