Page 74 of Misguided Vows

He smirks. “I’ve informed you I don’t do relationships.”

“Oh, my apologies. Other than fucking her.” My face remains blank.

“Are you… jealous?” He leans in and goes to touch my lips, but I pull back before he can.

“The day I’m jealous over you will be the same day hell freezes over,” I hiss, crossing my arms over my chest. Suddenly, I’m not really in the drinking mood and I haven’t even taken a sip.

“Why are you really here? Like, really? You’ve told me you don’t do relationships, that you’ve been married and don’t plan on doing that again. So why are you here? Is my pussy that good that you can’t stay away?”

He smirks, that single dimple forming, as he says, “Oh, yes, you have a magical pussy; I’m not denying that.”

“So when you fuck other women, do you follow them all the way to their hometowns and put on a big display of sponsoring their local hospitals?” I place the wine glass on the bar. I’m not jealous. I’m just confused. Okay, maybe I’m a little jealous because of all these things he’s doing… I can’t make sense of them.

“Will.” He ignores the soft voice of the woman behind him.

“No, I don’t follow other women. But it’s not just because of your magical pussy I’m here,” he says matter-of-factly.

I roll my eyes, not buying it for a moment, as I turn my focus to the woman standing behind him, who is clearly after his attention. She’s waiting for him to turn around, but he doesn’t, as he’s too focused on me.

“Will,” she says again, and it’s not until I give him an expectant look for him to address her that he sighs, closes his eyes, and then turns to her.

“Cheryl, how are you?” he says, grabbing me by the waist as I try to escape for fresh air. I’m pinned against him and awkwardly smile at the show he’s making of us. She looks at me then, and that’s when I realize she’s Steven’s sister.

“My brother said you were here with a date, but I didn’t believe him. Not Will, who was adamant when he told me he only fucks and makes it very clear that’s all he does.” Her wordsare a slap in the face. “Do you know this about him, that he doesn’t date, only fucks?” she asks me.

She’s furious, and I don’t know why, but that irritates me. I don’t have anything to do with whatever happened between them, but I also don’t like the spectacle she’s trying to create. It’s a little bratty.

So I put on a bright smile and bite back, “I do. We have great sex. Nothing more, nothing less. There’s no dating or relationship, and that fits into my schedule perfectly.”

If he’s made it clear to her that’s all it was, why is she standing here angrily confronting me about it? Or was he doing all the same things to her to make her confused in the same way I am? Shit, are we not that different after all?

“So, you agree to his outrageous terms, where he only uses you for your body? He’ll just use you and spit you out like nothing.” She eyes me as if she’s making a powerful statement.

This woman is grating on me the wrong way.

“What makes you think it’s not me who wants his body, and perhaps I’m using him? And I do very much enjoy his body,” I say, sliding my hand across his chest.

Cheryl stares at me like she can’t believe what I’m saying.

You and me both, lady.

But I won’t stand here and let another person try to degrade me or question what I’m doing with my body and choice of man. If I were to follow him around like a lovesick puppy, a stranger telling me not to do so wouldn’t affect me.

She blinks a few times and then looks back at Will.

“It was good to see you, Cheryl,” he says, trying to end the conversation as he turns to me. “I need to make my donation and then we can leave.”

“I’ll wait here,” I tell him. He raises a brow and glances at Cheryl, who obviously isn’t done. But when he realizes I’m notchanging my mind, he nods and walks off, not paying Cheryl any more attention.

“He’s easy to fall for, isn’t he?” she says, watching him go. And although I know he won’t be gone for long, I don’t understand why she hasn’t left yet. I’m not particularly curious about the situationship they had either.

“I wouldn’t know.” I shrug.

Her gaze swings back to me. “How long have you been seeing him? You know I’m not the only woman he’s slept with in this town. As soon as he’s fucked someone, poof, he’s gone.”

Interesting. So he’s most likely been here more than once. But why?

“Do you want to know how many times we’ve slept together?” I smile at her sweetly, not giving anything away. “I would say he’s made me come at least five times, or maybe I’m miscounting. Could be way more. And that’s just today,” I say casually. “What about you? Was he the best you had? Is that why you’re so hung up on him?”

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