Page 72 of Call You Mine

As if she can sense me watching her, Wynter looks over her shoulder and meets my gaze. Her icy blue eyes gleam in the dim lighting of the place, while her lips quirk up into a wicked smirk that soon fades when she realizes it’s me.

Then again, what the fuck did I expect. I walked out on her last night, not the other way around.

Knowing damn well she’s asking for another fucking spanking by wearing those miniscule shorts out in public, she quickly makes her way back to the bar to fill the order she just took from the table to my left.

The girl mesmerizes me with the sinful swaying of her hips as she disappears behind the counter. Looking over her shoulder every so often, she gazes up at me between thick lashes, innocently laughing with the other employee currently behind the bar. Jealousy vibrates within me as I watch him place a hand on the small of her back as he scoots behind her. His hands, he’s just begging to fucking loose them. She purposely pushes her ass back into him knowing I haven’t taken my eyes off of her for a second.

The fucker has the audacity to blush as he realizes what she’s done, probably thinking she’s giving him the green light go ahead. He better not think of acting on any of it or it’s going to be my foot against his cock.

Shaking my head at her obvious attempt at making me jealous, I decide to take a seat at the far end of the bar away from her and that taunting little ass. I might as well be wearing adon’t fuck with mesign when I wave away the chick offering to buy me a drink. I give her a grunt that would scare most men and she squeals hurrying away back to her group of friends who most likely dared her to come over and get my number.

What can I say I’m in a shit mood after last night. Not only because I fucked Wynter and I now know there is no way I’m ever stopping, but having to deal with Clarissa has become a fucking nightmare. I should have expected this when I accepted her offer years ago.

Even now as I’ve offered time and time again, to pay her double of what the company is worth to buy out her share of Kingsman she’s giving me the fucking runaround.

At first, I had to learn to deal with the guilt of what I did. The people I worked for had only one goal in life—to do anything and everything possible for personal gain which I respected but soon realized it meant demoralizing others to do so. By this time last year I was more fed up with the bullshit than the scandalized nature of my work, because lets be fucking real I wouldn’t have ever agreed if it were something I couldn’t live with.

Nights like tonight, remind me why I sometimes dream of walking away from it all. I don’t need Kingsman, and I definitely don’t need Clarissa, but something about how far I’ve come within this company has a chokehold on me. Then again, I’m reminded of the vipers who live in this world and it makes me want to leave it all behind. To make something of myself without her influence and connections. I could wipe my ass with Benjamins now yet I still wouldn’t treat people the way she does.

The way everyone in this fucking town does.

I may have just as much money as them now, but we are in no fucking way the same. A poor, pathetic, parentless and troubled punk like me is worth a hell of a lot more than the lot of them combined.

A glass filled with amber liquid lands in front of me, splashing against the rim before a drop falls onto the counter. My mouth waters as I imagine the burn I crave rushing down my esophagus, numbing the heat inside me. I don’t need to see her taunting blue eyes stare back at me to know that Wynter justserved me. No, her trademark lipstick is stained on the rim of my glass. The same lipstick I fantasized about last night, dreaming the pretty shade of red was marked around my cock.

A smile creeps along my lips. This girl fucking girl…I made one joke the last time I was here ordering a whiskey neat after I pissed her the fuck off and I’ll probably never get a clean glass from her ever again. I’d asked her if she’d poisoned it, and she took a long swig to prove she hadn't before spitting the liquor back into the glass and handing it back to me. I drank it of course, right in front of her and her eyes went wide in disbelief.

That was the relationship we used to have. The games, the teasing, the toying with one another. Why was it that now, everything felt different.

“A little early to be done with work, no?” she asks innocently like I don't see the jealousy just ebbing to break out. After I walked out on us, claiming I had to go to work, I immediately noticed how her mood shifted and she seemed hurt by my decision to leave.

Now she’s here trying to seem unaffected by the fact I came into her room, came inside of her, and walked out like it meant nothing. “Eh, the night was dull, and I headed out. My services were no longer needed,” I say, teasing her with the idea that I still am a working employee when I now remain locked in an office rather than out in the field.

Her mouth tightens into a fine line but she tries her best to play it off. “And what exactly were the services you were offering tonight?” she asks, trying to seem as uninterested as possible but it’s a total fail. I can see the jealousy in her eyes, the need to know if I was fucking somebody else right after I’d fucked her.

Not that I ever fucked any of my clients, but she doesn’t know that.

Friends with benefits, that’s what she’d called it, that’s what we’d agreed to. On top of the contract to be her boyfriend to foolher mom and stop her from trying to marry her off to some old rich fucker, we’d agreed to fuck each other without the added stress of an actual relationship.

We didn’t go into specifics, but I’d assume she believed it would mean not fucking anyone else while this little game of hers ran its course. The thought of Wynter being anywhere near another man makes my blood boil. I must give my thoughts away because her expression suddenly shifts, and she’s staring at me with a look of fear written in her gaze.

“Aaah, Princess, wouldn’t you like to know,” I tease. “Maybe I’ll show you when we get home.” I wink at her just to fuck with her and am totally please with a tinge of pink creeps up her neck and teases her cheeks.

But the fierce woman in her surprises me yet again with what she says next. “I think I’ll pass on some old bitches sloppy seconds tonight,” she bites back with sass then walks away to take her next order.

I think I could make a full-time job of pissing off Wynter without really putting in much effort. The girl is as flammable as the delicious perfume she wears and I can rile her up to fight me as quickly as I can get her panties soaked and in my pocket after riding my face.

I throw back the drink in one gulp and then motion for the other bartender to bring me another one. Though before he can, I see one of the bar patrons down at the end of the counter, leaning against the bar top as he reaches for Wynter. Wynter leans back, trying to brush off the way the fucker’s hand slightly grazes her waist. The way his eyes roam over her body sickens me and I’m ready to drag the fucker off her by his neck when Jade suddenly slips in front of my and refills my glass.

My best friend's gaze lands on the red lipstick stain along the rim of the glass I have clenched in my hand and laughs when my shoulders grow stiff, my face growing red in anger.

“You know when you first showed up with the Ice Princess on your arm at Stella’s wedding, I honestly had thought you’d gone mad.”

I want to laugh at the bizarreness of it but I can’t get the sight of the asshole touching Wynter from my mind. I try to move around Jade, but when I look behind her, I notice her burly security guard is currently dragging the fucker out by his arm. I look back at Jade who smirks knowingly.

“I was watching you watch her and when the drunk asshole dared touch her, I knew it was either throw him out or I’d have the cops in here asking questions when you killed the fucker with your bare hands.”

I nod in agreement, accepting that is exactly what would have happened had she not stopped me from going over there myself.

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