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“I’m not going home.” I shout back, trying to be heard over the bass. I’m angry, fired up and readyto confront him for walking away without saying a word to me.

She grins and rolls her eyes. “Ok, I get it.” She laughs. “Well, wait here with me until Nevio gets here and we can drop you at Celso’s place.”

I smirk, she knows me too well. I guess that is what friends are for. She didn’t even judge me for trying to sneak off without telling her. “Thanks.” I grin and she orders us one more drink while we wait for Nevio to arrive.

I stand on the sidewalk outside Celso’s building. “Thank you, drive safe.” I shout back into the car. I swing it closed. The door slams a little harder than I expect it to, and I jump in fright. I need to calm down. Sheesh. Dalila grins and shouts goodbye through the open window and Nevio waves.

My stomach knots tightly as I walk towards the entrance of Celso’s building.

I’m still angry.

I can’t believe he left.

Digging around in my purse I find my house keys,which luckily have his house keys attached to them.

I’m tipsy. Perhaps more than tipsy. My head spins while the elevator takes me up to the top floor.

“Asshole.” I mutter to no one. “How can you watch me for an hour and leave?” my anger rises, pushing away the anxiety and nerves. I’m definitely going to give him a piece of my mind when I get up there. He’s going to hear exactly what I think about him and his stupid games. And who the hell does he think he is not messaging me or calling for the past few days?

It’s not acceptable.

The elevator doors slide open and I have to hold on to the wall for a moment to steady myself. Wow. I should not have had that last drink, but I’m also giggling because I’m still having more fun than I’ve had in ages. Well, since I left Celso. It’s nice not to be drowning in my misery and to instead be a little tipsy and on my way to give someone a mouthful of drama.

I fumble with the key and fumble again and swear loudly.

The door opens and Celso is standing there in a pair of dark jeans - and nothing else.

I stare up at him and narrow my eyes. My body ignites as my eyes trace over his perfection. Fuck. What was I going to say?

“Angel. What are you doing here?” he says, his deep voice a smooth current washing away my anger.

“I - I came to - you should never have.”

He grabs me and drags me into the apartment. In a flash his lips are on mine and his body is pressed against me. I drop the keys, my bag, my phone and melt against him.

A flash of anger spikes inside me and I shove him away.

“No, wait, you don’t get to kiss me and make me forget what I came here to say—” I stammer, trying to pull myself together.

“Actually, sweet girl, I get to do whatever the fuck I want. And that dress looks amazing on you by the way.” He growls, coming at me again and lifting me off my feet, slamming me against thewall and wrapping one of my legs over his arm as he presses his cock between my legs.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Celso

Neve showing up at my door in that dress - it is exactly what I was hoping for. I have to admit that I didn’t think I would get so lucky, but here she is.

And she has the cheek to stop me when I kiss her.

“No, wait, you don’t get to kiss me and make me forget what I came here to say—” she stammers, stepping away from me. Swaying a little. Her sass is gorgeous. Her attitude is sexy. And I am going to break it right out of her and remind her who is in charge here.

“Actually, sweet girl, I get to do whatever the fuck I want. And that dress looks amazing on you bythe way.” I know what she came here for and I’m going to make sure she gets it.

It’s not like I can control myself either way. I fucking want her. I need her. It’s been way too long since I’ve tasted her lips on mine and it was so fucking hard to walk away from her, leaving her at the club with hundreds of men watching her.

I lift her in my arms, looping one arm beneath her knee and pushing her back against the wall. She gasps when I press my hips forward and let her feel how hard she makes me. Her legs are spread wide, her dress is hitched up over her hips and she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to. But her eyes tell me what I need to know.

Oh - she’s angry. She’s up for a fight - but she wants this as much as I do.

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