Page 103 of My Ruthless Neighbor

When he dragged me in here, I half-expected him to force me to quit modeling. And while our conversation started with that, it has taken a different direction.

My pussy clenches when his footsteps echo on the wooden flooring. I feel him before his hands land on me. He abruptly turns me around to face him.

“Don’t turn away from me.” His dark gaze moves back and forth between my eyes.

“Don’t ask stupid questions then.”

“Stupid questions?” A frown mars his forehead. My fingers itch to reach up and erase it.

“Yes. He and I were just following directions, okay? Why would I like it?” I like your touch, only yours, you unbearable ass!

“What about the runner from this morning?”

I shrug out of his hold. “Okay, first of all, I don’t know who you are talking about. And secondly, why are you gaslighting me?”

“I am talking about the young man who was all over you this morning in the park.”

I gape at him. How does he know that? He was long gone by the time that sweet guy came to help me. Wait a second. “Did you come back?”

“This is not about me.” He clips.

“Of course, it is.” My eyes widen. “You are jealous!”

He steps back but doesn’t say anything. Hmm. He can’t even deny it. A drawback of being Mr. Honest.

“This is what all this is about? You want me to quit modeling because you are jealous?” I stare at him in disbelief.

A humorless laugh bubbles out of me. “Wow. Just wow.”

His hostile expression makes me quiet. I shake my head. “How could you do that and sleep at night?”

“What?”

“I lost my job because you demanded me to repay your favor. You know I don’t have a degree, don’t you?” I push at his chest. “You knew it’s hard for people like us to survive without a job, yet you had the gal to ask me to quit this modeling assignment.”

“Summer,”

“I am not finished yet,sir.” I grit out and take a step forward. “At first, I thought you wanted me to quit because I wasn’t good enough for this project. I doubted myself because of you.”

“Calm down.” He tries to touch me but I push him again.

“You did all this because you are jealous! You don’t care about anyone else except yourself!”

“I offered you money, didn’t I? I even apologized!” He shouts.

“What do you think of me? A charity case?”

He throws his hands up. “You are one difficult woman, you know that?”

“You dragged me here over your petty jealousy and call me a difficult woman?”

“Petty jealousy?” He eats up the remaining space between us.

“That’s right! And I hate—”

He clasps my face with his hands, yanks me closer, and kisses me. His tongue stroking and tangling with mine. He backs me up against his desk as he sucks my bottom lip.

He presses his body into me. I can feel the length of his hardness against my lower belly.

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