Logically I know I had no other choice, but I’d like to think I could have been a bad ass and told Suit to go fuck himself but no, I cried like a little bitch instead.
Sucking in a breath because I have no fucking choice and Cooper’s at my door, I might as well get this shit going, I open it wearily and grumble, “What?”
I may be forced to play but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to feel my displeasure at his dick move. Besides, it would look suspicious if I didn’t.
His eyes turn molten when he glances down my frame, covered in a night shirt that barely covers my ass. Although I shiver, I cover it with a glare and cross my arms over my now hard nipples.
The guy is a whore who fucks everything, and I’m still turned on by him. What the actual…?
“What happened?” he demands, stepping into the room.
Turning away with a grimace, I say, “With what?”
“Don’t play fucking games! Did someone hit you?” he growls.
His concern is a balm, but it also ratchets my rage. While I was getting roughed up by goons with a hard on forhim, he was wooing a bitch.
This, I remind myself, as I clench my fingers into a fist and say, “I fell.”
There’s a beat of silence before he says, “Really? You fell?”
His disbelief, although warranted sends me over the edge and swinging around, I wave my finger in his face and hiss, “What the fuck do you care?”
He rears back, his brows slamming over his eyes before he leans into my face and says heatedly, “What the fuck does that mean?”
“Go back to your bitch and fuck her! I’m fine!” I scream, poking him in the chest.
He grabs my hand and pulls me to him. Ignoring the wicked pulse between my thighs, I struggle against his grip when he smiles, raising a brow. “Problem, baby?”
“No,” I say through clenched teeth, growling when he rubs his sizable erection against my stomach.
“No?” he breathes, picking me up and setting me on the couch behind us.
After stepping between my legs, he grabs my neck and pulls my head back, his fiery eyes fading to concern when he looks at my face once more. I bite back the cry on my lips because his rough treatment although hot under normal circumstances has my already aching head pulsing like a motherfucker.
“Dammit, Minnie. Who did this?” he asks, running the tip of his finger over my puffy lip.
Shit. Tingles surge in my core and I whimper, to which his eyes meet mine with wicked intensity before he takes a deep breath and steps back, saying quietly, “Tell me.”
With a silent sigh, I hop from the couch and walk toward the mini bar. After pulling it open, I spin around with a frown when he groans, spying him running his hands through his hair as he looks at my backside. Oh.
Not for the first time, I wish this were nothing more than a casual fling, because I’d push him back on the couch and fuck him like a little whore. But this is nowhere near that, and I need to play this carefully. I've learned my lesson, which shouldn't have been necessary. Suit is fucking dangerous and if I don’t want to die, I better fall in line.
“Cooper,” I whisper, grabbing a mini bottle of whiskey and taking a deep swig. The alcohol burns its way down my esophagus as I stare at the wall blankly. “I was mugged, okay.”
“Mugged?” he asks, stepping up to me so rapidly that I flinch away. “Did you report it?”
“Report what? I didn't see anything, and he was scared away before he could take my shit,” I say dryly, holding my breath when he leans into my back and nuzzles my neck.
“Are you hurt anywhere else?” he rumbles, wrapping his arm around my waist.
Shaking my head in the negative, I ignore the tears in my eyes, because I’m going to fuck Cooper and even though its nothing more than what I want to do, it feels fucking shady, nonetheless.
But then I remind myself that he took a woman upstairs with him not so long ago and I shore up my guilt behind a mask of cold indifference.
Cooper’s no more innocent in this than I am. I just don't know what his sins are. Maybe if I did, he wouldn't seem like a potential soulmate. Stupid that.
“Why do you fuck Beast’s women?” I blurt.