Page 137 of From You to Me

“Yeah, but they had it coming. It wasn’t like they built it all with good intentions. Even if I hadn’t interfered, they were going down anyway. I just sped up the inevitable.”

“I thought you were a fucking rock star, but you’re acting like some Mafia lord.”

A chuckle spilled out of his lips. “Money brings in a lot of power and power brings in a lot of connections. I’ve made use of my position. I’m grateful to be at this place in my life.”

We pulled up at Blueline’s private parking down the basement. “Why the hell have you brought me here?”

“Anywhere else you want to be?”

“You can’t assume that I always want to end up at your place,” I said as he pulled me out of the car. “I’ve only been dating you for a week now.”

He brought me to his side as we entered the elevator. “A week or a year, you are my girl, and I want you with me all the time.”

I tsked, folding my arms. “We are just dating, Jay, and just for a week no less. You’re still not my boyfriend.”

He crowded me, smacking my back against the mirror. “You didn’t complain when you were begging for my cock last night.”

Fuck. I licked my lips as my heart started to thud an erratic beat.

My purse dropped on the floor as he crashed his lips with mine. I groaned into his mouth that was clamped over mine, his tongue dancing with mine. Heavy. Hard. And deep.

His fingers twirled through my hair, almost pulling it off the roots as he held me captive in his carnal kiss.

“Well, don’t stop on my account.”

My heart thundered, burning cheeks as I pushed away from Jay.

“What the fuck are you doing on the elevator that is going up to my house?”

Mikey shrugged, wearing a pair of old sweats and flip-flops. “I’m bored, Matt’s an eyesore, I swear I can’t see him anymore, and Katy’s out, so I thought I’d go look at something pretty.”

Jay raised a brow as we entered the apartment.

“Obviously not you. I’m talking about E.” Mikey slid his arm over my shoulders and dragged me down the TV room past a raging Jay fuming with anger.

I laughed as I went along with it. “I was just telling him how he wasn’t my boyfriend.”

“Yes, fuck.” Mikey high-fived me. “Atta girl, E.”

“I’m one second away from throwing your uninvited ass out,” Jay steeled as he followed us.

“Mikey, don’t mind him. I didn’t want to be invited, but he dragged me here anyway.”

Mikey fake gasped, slapping a palm over his mouth. “The best advice I could give you, E, is to leave him. Trust me, that motherfucker doesn’t deserve you.”

“I know that very well.” Jay clasped his hand around my wrist and wrenched me into his arms. My head landed on a soft thud on his chest as he eased us onto the couch.

“So when will you be leaving?” Jay asked, the exasperation evident in his tone.

Mikey gave an innocent wide-eyed look. “I just got here. You can’t just throw your guest out. That’s rude.”

“You’re getting on my last fucking nerve, asshole.”

“That’s exactly what I was expecting,” Mikey countered.

Jay heaved a breath, locking his arms around me. I maneuvered myself higher up and stretched out my knee, which was killing me.

And Jay as always noticed the slight grimace. His strong hand circled my knee, pressing smooth strokes.

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