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Her head whipped back to me, her eyes frantic, like that was the last thing she wanted. “No,” she said quickly. “It’s fine. Thank you for the ride.”

She turned back to the door and grabbed the handle, but my hand snapped out, latching onto her arm. She froze instantly, shooting me a quizzical look. I knew she’d been through a lot today, and maybe that made me selfish. But since our moment in the kitchen, it was all I’ve been able to think about.

I pressed the button on the center console, causing it to shift backwards to reveal a middle seat. And then I tugged her toward me. She hesitated, confusion twisting her features.

“What are you doing?” she asked softly.

I smirked, dropping a hand to her waist to force her into the middle whether she wanted to or not. “What I’ve been wanting to do for the last two weeks.”

I released her wrist, bringing my hand to cup her face instead and I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. To my surprise, she didn’t hesitate. She melted into me, the taste of her cherry lip-gloss attacking my tongue. My tongue flicked over her lips before plunging into her mouth, sliding against hers. She gasped against me, moving her hands to fist the front of my shirt. She was still wearing my hoodie, and I wanted to tear it off her. To get a good glimpse of the curvature of her breasts.

Just when the kiss started getting more heated, she tore away, gasping for breath. “I-I can’t,” she stammered. “Not with you. Not with any of you.”

“You fucked Jameson and Ashton,” I pointed out. Was she not as interested in me as I thought she was? Was she more attracted to them? The thought had me gritting my teeth.

“That was before you guys got me fired. And it was before Jameson lied to me about dating my best friend, costing me my friendship with her.” She blew out a breath. “I don’t trust any of you. Don’t touch me again, Kash.” She peeled my hoodie fromher body and dropped it in the passenger seat before moving to climb out.

My throat was tight as she slammed the passenger side door and trudged through her yard. I watched as she unlocked her front door and slipped inside.

I couldn’t even say that I had nothing to do with her getting fired, because it would be a lie. I also couldn’t blame her for not trusting us. We weren’t done with her, and she knew it. But there was no way I wasn’t going to touch her again. Fuck that. I’d have her writhing beneath me as I slammed into her. She’d be screamingmyname and leaving marks downmyback. I didn’t care what I had to do to make it happen.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Everleigh

Elvis Drew - Make Me Feel

I’d just eaten an egg sandwich and showered when a text lit up my screen. It felt so weird being in this house alone. Every noise seemed to startle me. From the shadows creeping along the walls and in dark corners of the house, to random creaks in the walls and ceilings that made me believe there was another entity in here with me. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to get away from Kash. Being alone after all this time, and on the north side at that, was putting me a little on edge.

I swiped my phone off my bed and looked down at the screen.

Asshole Landlord

I’m outside. Don’t keep me waiting.

My jaw tightened. After the shitty day I had, the last thing I wanted was to put up with his bullshit. I’d forgotten about my visit with him multiple times today, and was partially hoping that he would have forgotten about it himself. But luck was neveron my side it seemed. I sucked in a deep breath before typing out a response, my fingers shaking the entire time.

Everleigh

I’ve had a really shitty day. Can we do a raincheck?

No.

A growl of frustration slipped past my lips, and I chucked my phone at the mattress. Fuck him. My breath came out uneven, and I stomped across my room to find my bag. It was lying on the floor near my door, and a part of me hoped that the outfit he'd gotten me was in shreds by some miracle. I didn’t know how that would be possible. Maybe some asshole decided to rip it up for me out of jealousy. It was far-fetched at best, but it was an appealing thought.

I unzipped the bag, and retrieved the box from within it, popping off the lid. Disgust trickled through me as I lifted the lace from its enclosure, my gaze skimming over it slowly.

It was gorgeous, just not something I’d choose for myself—or for this occasion. Then again, I’d never been big on lingerie in general. Amber bought me some pieces that I still haven’t worn, and it made me feel a little bit guilty. I’d much rather wear a basic push-up bra with a matching thong or cheeky panties. Not all this extra bullshit that was too much of a pain in the ass to put on just for it to be discarded within minutes.

The lingerie appeared to be a three-piece set. The top came down, stopping right above the belly button and was strapless. The bottoms were more my style—representing what appeared to be cheeky-panties. The outfit was see-through, but the black coloring of the material offered some closure, if not much. Last but not least, was a black, velvet choker.

I inhaled deeply before stripping out of my clothes and getting changed. To my surprise, the clothing fit me quite well, and pushed my boobs practically to my chin, making them look a hell of a lot bigger than they were.

Fucking perv.

Once dressed, I grabbed a black, silk robe from my closet and secured it around me and slipped my feet into some matching wedges. Nervous energy prickled along my skin when I realized I’d have to go outside looking like this. He was an asshole, but surely, he wouldn’t make me dress this way in a public setting, right?

I crossed my room again and grabbed my phone, hurriedly sending him another text.

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