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My face turned up at the fabric like it wasn't good enough to clad my body. Rationally, I knew I couldn't be upset with him because he was being honest, but I couldn't help but pop an attitude. It hurt to hear he didn't want me, but he wanted my body. God, I was being such a girl, but I felt the punch to my gut.

Ilikedthem, dick and all. Plural. Though, that'd be its own issue because I wouldn't be able to have all three.

"Little Diva," he nearly cursed the nickname he gave me.

"Please just call me Vicki. It's more formal and less meaningful." Yeah, I gave myself away, but it made him quiet, recognizing where he'd also fucked up in this scenario. "And I'd like my phone back, so I can start vetting a new fuckbuddy for when I'm done here." I went to get off the bed, but he grabbed the back of my shirt to yank me down. The startle made a huff of surprise leave my lips.

Talon rolled for him to nearly be on top of me, but he kept most of his body at my side. It was dominant, holding me down without much restraint, and I knew better than to move. He didn't like my words, but I didn't like his either. His eyes saw the stern expression I returned when he sought my gaze for answers. "You're a fucking brat, Little Diva."

"And you're an asshole." Being petty, I stuck my tongue out at him.

Talon surprised me by rushing his mouth over mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth, refusing to give it back. The pull hurt the piece of flesh under my tongue, so I tried pushing him away. My strength didn't work against his firmness. I also fucking hated how much I enjoyed feeling his abs in their naked heat. He wouldn't stop the discipline until I relented, so I did because I didn't know how to fight this one. No one had ever sucked my tongue into their mouth and kept sucking to suction it inside. It silenced me, and it let him best me.

He let go, waiting to see what I'd do with one eyebrow raised at me in question. I folded my arms below him as my mouth tried to figure out how to function again. He brushed some of my blonde hair out of my face, but it got tangled in the knots forming because I only had my fingers to brush through it after I showered. They remembered a toothbrush but not a hairbrush. "You didn't let me finish."

"I've let you finish multiple times," I corrected, reminding him how many times he'd cum inside me.

"It's not because I don't want you, Little Diva. It’s complicated."

I snorted. “What are you, a social media status?”

His incredulous look warned me not to get smart again, but I always had something to say. He looked to the ceiling, swearing under his breath, resigning himself to whatever he realized he had to do. "My marriage ended because she'd been cheating on me. She thought I was 'just' a factory worker, so I didn't make enough for her."

"But you also have your cleaning business?" I said it like a question because he made more than that. Though, I didn't see why it mattered so much. It might've been because I came from money, but I just saw Talon as a hardworking man. Why would that not be enough?

"She knew I dida side hustle, but she didn't know what you know. She didn't care to ask how much I made. She didn't like the stigma of my job titles, so she figured out who to sleep with at our job to make it to a higher person. She wanted money and a title."

"I'm sorry," I whispered, knowing what it was like to be cheated on. "I dated a guy my father wanted me to. I thought things were going well, but I was young, naive. He was like most rich guys, looking good for the camera, but he was doing the shady things most do. I was his golden ticket to an easy life, but he thought paying for sex was better than having it with me."

"What?" He stiffened.

"Yeah, he left me with quite the complex because he kept telling me I needed to lose weight. I needed to look like so-and-so or I embarrassed 'us'. I was too rich to have extra weight, according to him, but he wanted me to keep my boobs," I scoffed and shook my head.

"So you understand why I don't want a relationship!" his exclamation made me disagree.

"I got over Carson, and realized he was his own enemy, but he did irreversible damage to my psyche. I never thought I'd be able to be naked with a man ever again, and I thought they'd all judge the rich fat girl who has enough money to have it surgically fixed."

"But you've been walking around naked here?" Good. He was getting to the point I needed to make.

"Lucinda, my best friend who I want to text for things. She's been resurrecting the old me ever since. She makes it a point to make me do things that'll push me out of my comfort zone, but that'll also build up my self-esteem." I shrugged below him. "I made it a point to heal for it not to weigh on me constantly. Sure, I have moments of hating everything about me, but I fight the thought away with my confidence. If girls see me, a thicker woman strutting in a crop top and tight skirt, it tells them they're worthy too."

He got what I wanted him to. "I'll never be ready if I don't open up and start trying."

"I know this is a fling, Talon. I know this can never work when I go back to reality, but while I'm here, with you? I want you to be here with me like it could be." Emotions began to bubble up, but I fought them down to not let him see how unloved I'd been. "And maybe, it'll help you heal a little more too by the end of it."

"And what happens when this fantasy starts to feel too real? What happens at the end of the fling?" he worried about my heart.

My hand greeted his cheek, cupping his face in my hold. "That'll be for me to figure out. Just don't make me feel like I don't matter again because I can't fuck you once I feel that way. I'll disconnect faster than the sting of the frying pan I slapped you with."

Chapter 16

Leopold

"It's nearly ten," Kage huffed.

My eyes skirted to the opening of the kitchen to hear something going on. It didn't sound like sex, and I thought I heard Vicki yelling. Kage noticed it too. "Should we...?"

"Nah. Whatever Tal just walked himself into is his problem to figure out how to get out of." He shrugged, placing more labels on the orders he finished this morning. They were epoxy tumblers with glitter and female empowerment sayings going to a shop who sold them after paying him for a bulk order. I'd watched him do the epoxy more than once, and I didn't know how he had the patience for that shit. I did one cup, and I tossed it from how bad it came out. My epoxy mixed wrong, creating lumpy waves all over the tumbler. He had it down to a science, so I left him alone.

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