Page 53 of White Hole

I shook my head.

“Seriously, George. Tell me. Mason said something about your ex-stepmother? That must have been awkward.”

“Don’t talk about her.” The further away from Gianna she was, the safer she was.

“I’m just saying you can talk to me about it if you need.” Pressing her little lips against my ear she spoke. “G, something happened last night. And now you’re being weird.”

“I’m not being weird. You’re the one that took off this morning.”

“That’s because you treated me like… like a hookup.”

“That’s because you are.”

She reeled back in my arms and the pain in her eyes was almost too much for me to take. It was necessary. Squirming so I’d release her, she stepped back and narrowed her eyes.

“Who are you?”

I shrugged a shoulder.

“What did you do with my George?” she asked.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I knew who it was. Fucking cunt. I checked anyway and, sure enough, Gianna demanded my dick.

“I’m not your George. I gotta go,” I said.

“Asshole!” she screamed at me as I walked out.

She wasn’t wrong.

Jumping in my truck, I wiped a hand down my face before starting her up. All I wanted was to run back in there and tell her. Explain. Talk to her. And I never wanted to talk to anyone.Fuck. My phone buzzed again.

Gianna

better hurry

Each minute that passed on the hour drive to the motel made my anger at her bubble into a fury. I didn’t want to be my father, but the closer I was to Gianna, the more I felt myself turning into him. I wanted tohurther.

Bursting through the door, I strode directly over to her. Grabbing her throat, I threw her body against the wall and pinned her there. “Let’s get something straight, Gianna. I don’t want to be here. I’m not rushing here just because you text me to do so. I’ve got shit to do.”

“Oh, likeKinsley?” Her voice was barely audible because of my grip around her neck.

Releasing my grip on her neck, I dropped her. “Don’t fucking say her name.”

“Georgie.” She slid down the wall and shook her head. “You’re still fooled by her? She must have you wrapped around her tiny pussy.”

Turning around, I threw off my Han Solo vest and my shirt. “And I’m not impregnating you. No way. Get undressed. I want this done and over with.”

“Oh, I’ll forgo the pregnancy… for now.” Her fingers crawled up my bare back. I loosened my belt, and she wrapped her arms around my waist from behind. “I want something else now.”

My heart rate climbed. “What?”

“I think your girlfriend should join us.”

“What?” Whipping around, she stumbled back when I threatened her with my gaze.

“If you’re so into her, why don’t you bring her along?”

“No, Gianna. Shut the fuck up. Get on the bed.”

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