Page 12 of Such A Filthy Girl

‘Stop it.’ I found my voice, the words tumbling harshly between us.

‘Why? Are you worried you might realise you’ve missed this. Missed laying under the stars and kissing your brother?’

‘You are not my brother,’ I hissed, pushing him hard on the chest.

‘You used to enjoy it. I remember the way you ground your pussy—’ A crash rang out as my palm met his cheek, stopping him mid-sentence. Silence followed as his face reddened.

Leo moved as fast as a viper, snatching my ponytail up in his fist and gripping it tight. My squeal of pain only made his pupils dilate.

‘I’m with Graham,’ I whispered.

Leo’s jaw ticked at the mention of my boyfriend. Hiseyes narrowed and swept over my lips. My stomach tightened at the intensity of his stare.

No-one had ever looked at me the way Leo did.

‘Does Graham make you tremble? Does he slip between your thighs and feast upon you until you send moans up into the stars? Do you even enjoy fucking him?’

The way Leo said fucking nearly sent me to my knees. Who was this man? This muscled, tattooed, growly mouthed asshole.

‘Being that you’ve been stuck here with your fist and porn for your whole adult life, I’ll refrain from taking your opinions on my love life. Graham isgoodto me.’

‘Graham is fuckingboring. I know you, Estella, you need excitement.’ Leo’s fingers held my ponytail tight, his face moving close enough to mine that I could taste the mint on his breath.

‘You knew the old me. I’m not that girl anymore.’

‘Do you think the little cookie-cutter life you are building for yourself is going to fulfil you? The white picket fence. The dependable husband. Two-point four boring children. Will you spend every night for the rest of your life trying to find excuses not to give your mundane boyfriend a three minute pity fuck just to keep him off of your back while you close your eyes and think of me?’

Anger simmered, bubbling up below my skin. He knew nothing about my relationship. What a cocky, self-absorbed twat.

‘Why the fuck would I think of you? You’re a fucking loser who can’t leave the house.’

The pain that bit him was palpable, and guilt bit me right back. But I held firm. He was being as ass.

‘I bet you can’t get him to do a single exciting thing in the bedroom even if you get down on your knees and beg him.’

‘Fuck you,’ I spat.

‘Anytime, Starshine. In fact, when you get done begging him, you know where to find me.’

Leo dragged a thumb over my lower lip, focusing on a particular spot before grinning to himself.

The moment he released me, I shoved him hard before fleeing back to my room.

NINE

LEO

If looks could kill, the sharp daggers Estella threw my way would have taken me out.

Graham laughed along with me as we mused over Jack’s golf simulator, his eyes growing glassier with each heavy pour of whisky I added to his glass. Winning him over hadn’t taken much. A few jokes at my expense and a delve into some movie nostalgia had him acting like we were firm friends.

A shame that I intended to upend his life, but in all fairness, Estella belonged to me first.

Heck, I’d help him find some other woman if needs be.I’m not a monster.

Estella sat on the sofa next to her mother, chatting and nursing a single cosmopolitan. Mostly, she focused on Graham and I, trying to intercept my generous whisky top ups.

Drunken Graham was part one of the plan.

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