Page 2 of Zac

We ended up back at my place, but everything shifted fast. So fast that when she was on her knees before me with her hands fisting my cock, I’ll admit I may have lost a few minutes. Because I’m a guy and come on, it felt incredible. She looked gorgeous, and she was really good with her tongue.

One thing led to another, she was on me like she was crazed, and again, it felt way too fucking good to stop. The next morning when she didn’t act any different, I thought we were okay. We’d both gotten off, we had a night of hot sex to remember and we were adults. No need for anything to be weird.

I was wrong.

Shit got strange and now it’s almost like she’d rather claw out her own eyes than be in the same room as me. I’ve held on to my irritation, I’ve kept my comments to myself thinking that it would all pass, but here we are again. We are all relaxing and having a good time at my place, and I find myself wondering why she even showed up tonight. She can’t even fucking look at me and the tension it is creating has me hanging on by a thread. A thin, weak, thread that is shredding slowly. I’ll admit I don’t know Presley all that well, but she never had an issue with me prior to the night we were moaning out each other’s names.

Laughter echoes down the hallway, and I look up just in time to see Jace and Aurora emerging from the hallway they disappeared down more than twenty minutes ago. The assholes literally escaped to my bathroom where I know without a doubt they fucked. The noises they were making confirmed my suspicion.

I make a mental note to sanitize every inch of the space later.

They are both smiling, hand in hand, stopping only a few feet from everyone else.

“She said yes,” Jace states proudly and Oliver chuckles.

“No fucking shit, we all heard her scream it.” Luna smacks him in the gut, and he makes a humph sound. “What?”

“Ass.” Aurora rolls her eyes but she is smiling so we all know she’s not offended. “I said yes when he asked me to marry him.” She shrugs and suddenly Bree is on her feet, squealing and rushing forward toward her best friend.

We all are offering our congratulations and in the moment I couldn’t have been prouder to call Jace my best friend. It was a life-changing moment because he was finally accepting that he deserved something good. Aurora is good, she is the glue that holds him together, she is perfect for him.

I’ve seen the guy perform a one-eighty in a short time and it’s staggering.

Everyone is happy, smiling and then I look at Presley, just in time to catch her rolling her eyes.

And I snap. That thread breaks, and I react without being able to gain control.

"What the hell is your problem?” Everyone freezes turning around to look at me. Only I’m looking at Presley who is now glaring back at me.

“You show up with an attitude, you piss on everyone’s happiness. You won’t talk to anyone so none of us can try to even attempt to help. So what?” I throw my hands up in frustration. “What is the fucking issue?”

“Zac,” Oliver tries to intervene.

“No.” My emotions have taken over. I push Olly out of my way and take another step in her direction. “You’ve had an issue since that night. But you fucking jumped me, I didn’t take advantage.”

“Oh, I jumped you!” She finally reacts, pushing against my chest. I’d never seen her angry, until now. Maybe it’s a dick move, maybe I’ve changed and taken on the asshole roll that Jace once carried, who knows. But I’ve had enough!

“You dropped to your knees without any hesitation.” Presley swings to smack me but I catch her hand before she makes contact.

“You can turn this on me all you want.” I hold her stare, not caring that everyone around us is hearing and seeing this all unfold. “Day after fucking day you walk around acting like I forced myself on you and then tossed you aside. I didn’t trick you into doing anything you didn’t want to do. So drop this wounded animal act, face your shit. Quit trying to flip this all around. We were both there! We both participated willingly and we both got off.”

“You’re an asshole.” She pushes against me, but I don’t give in and let her pass.

“Fine.” I shrug. “I’m the asshole, but you know it’s true.”

I wait for her to argue, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t say anything.

“So what is the deal? What the hell is the problem?” I ask again.

“Leave it alone.” Her nostrils flare.

“Come on, guys,” Jace is the one that tries to intervene this time.

“No, we are getting through this shit here and now.” Presley wants to keep this bullshit going, but I’m done. “We fucked; it happened.” My voice is much lower, and I am staring directly in her eyes, forcing her to see me. “Deal with it or get the fuck over it.”

“I can’t!” Her voice cracks.

“Why?” Her eyes shine with tears and for the first time since I snapped, I do feel like an ass.

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