Page 21 of Frenemies

Naomi tipped her head, causing her blonde ponytail to sway behind her.

“That’s right. I had someone else’s dick in my mouth.”

I’ll fucking kill him.

Before I could stop myself, I hopped onto my feet and charged over to the bars.

A sneer spread across her face as she tipped her chin up. “How do you like them apples?”

I didn’t like them apples, not at all. In fact, I wanted to peel them, dice them up, and boil them down into applesauce. But who was I to talk? Who knows how many chicks I’d dipped my dick in these past months. Even if we were together, I had no right to get mad. Besides, the whole point was to push her away and keep her safe.

My hands wrapped around the bars as I leaned in to growl, “Go home, Naomi.” Then I walked back to the bed. “You don’t belong here.”

“You don’t get to tell me where I belong.”

Oh god, I activated the beast.

Naomi’s hand was already swinging through the air, red-painted claws pointing this way and that.

“This is my world, and the rest of you are just tourists,” she huffed and crossed her arms. “You should be thankful that I’ve allowed you all to be part of it.”

I couldn’t stop my lip from curling. Her entitled holier than thou attitude should grate on my nerves, but right now, I just thought it was cute. Face all scrunched up with her green eyes glimmering – that right there was the shit I’d been fantasizing about for months.

“I’m sorry to inform you, honey, but your world is a fucking nightmare.”

“And who’s fault is that?” She shot back.

That one was easy. It was my fault.

“You’re the one that decided to run away like a little girl. How’s that pity party working out for you, Chase?”

I changed my mind. This shit was annoying.

Refusing to encourage her, I grumbled under my breath and laid down to cover my eyes with my arms. Did that stop her? No.

“Hello,” Naomi sang, clapping her hands. “Inconsiderate, party of one, your table is ready.”

Yup, definitely not cute.

I should grab her and tan her ass good. No… it wasn’t my job to correct her bad behaviour. That didn’t stop my hand from twitching.

“Well, obviously, you’re not in a chatty mood.”

What was your first clue, Princess?

“I’ll come back later.”

I just waved my hand at her. She shouldn’t come back at all, yet I couldn’t make myself tell her that.

“Oh, and by the way,” she reached over and pulled someone out from behind the wall. “Meet your jailor.”

My hands immediately balled. Derek fucking-Adams. Little prick was standing there in a goddamn Miami PD uniform. Naomi slapped her hand on his chest, which just made me want to hurt him more.

“Let me know when Mr. Inconsiderate decides to leave the building.”

Derek kept his eyes on me when he spoke, “I doubt that will ever happen."

Let’s see how much he felt like scowling when my hands were wrapped around his fucking neck.

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