Page 40 of Spinning Out Of Control

“Lighten up, Kiki. We’re friends, remember? We can still talk shop.” The condescending tone in this asshole’s voice has me clenching my fist at my side.

“Call me Kiki again and see how fast you lose your nuts, Jonathan.” Kira stands, bringing herself toe-to-toe with the man. His young companion steps to the side as he throws his hands up in surrender.

“Miss McKenna,” the girl says cheerfully, clearly unable to read the situation. “My name is Becky, and I am such a huge fan of yours. I’m a Pilates girlie and I have my own YouTube channel, but my following is tiny. Do you have any advice on breaking into the fitness industry? I’d love to have a career just like yours.”

“Yeah, stay the fuck away from assholes like him,” Kira answers, not breaking eye contact with Jonathan.

“Jesus Christ, Kira,” he spits. “Why do you have to act like such a spiteful bitch all the time?”

I’m on my feet before I can think. Black dots cloud my vision as fury rushes through my veins. Shoving a hand between Kira and Jonathan, I grab a fistful of his ugly scarf and yank him towards me.

“What did you just call her?” I ask, my voice low and dangerous. His beady brown eyes flit back andforth between mine, and a drop of sweat forms on his brow. And yet, a creepy, slimy smile forms on his too-thin lips.

“Relax, Warren. You’ve got to watch yourself around this bitch. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed how overbearing and controlling Kira can be–”

I cock my fist back, ready to knock this fucker out for even having the nerve to breathe the same air as my Kira. I’ve never hit another person before, but between today’s lesson in boxing and the rage coursing through me, I’m confident I can feed this motherfucker his teeth. The young woman on Jonathan’s side shrieks, ducking out from his hold. Smart girl. But before I can throw the punch, two soft, warm hands are covering my fist.

“Don’t bother, Ren. He’s not worth it,” she says, grumbling as she pulls me away. Kira is strong, but the only reason I let go of Jonathan’s scarf with one last snarl and fall in line behind her as she leads us away is because I’m momentarily stunned.

Ren.

She called me Ren.

Fuck the touches. Fuck the almost kiss and fuck the asshole who thought it was okay to insult this magnetic force of a human being in front of me.

For the first time in months, Kira just called me by the name she’d teased me with that first night. The name she’d breathed out between kisses. The name she moaned as she ground her ecstasy out on my tongue.

I didn’t realize just how badly I needed to hear that again until now.

As if I wasn’t already sure that I was in the deep end with this woman, my reaction to those three little letters tells me everything I need to know.

I dreamily follow Kira back to the hotel in silence, letting her stomp her bratty little feet across the city while I enjoy the view of her ass as I float behind her on a cloud.

16

KIRA

Pussy Posse Group Chat

Kira

Soooo…funny story…

G

I knew it. You and Warren totally had sex again.

Dottie Girl

Rach, you owe me twenty bucks. I told you she wouldn’t last another day

Rach

Dammit, Kira. You couldn’t have waited a few more hours?

Kira

Who said anything about sex?

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