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I scoff, pushing him away. “Oh my god.”

Yes, I normally like seeing his reaction when I wear this PJ set in particular; however, that’s not why I put iton tonight. I really didn’t even think about it when I got dressed, only searching for comfort from my shitty day. But now I can tell just how much he's affected by me wearing it.

“I’m just fucking with you. I’m the boss—I do whatever the fuck I want there. That rule is in place for all the other fucknuts that work for me.”

“Well, we won’t have to worry about that anyway.” I pull a blanket off the back of the couch to cover myself. “Seriously, though, thank you.”

Chapter 18

Jaydon

I round the corner to see her standing in the kitchen, in her casual, but sexy-as-fuck pajamas. She wears these damn things all the fucking time—just a simple white tank top and shorts. But, fucking hell, the way her sweet, luscious ass looks in them… The cheeks of her ass peek out the bottom, and my dick gets hard every time I think about her wearing them.

She arrived home a little while ago, from what I assume was a date with her boyfriend. Who the fuck knows—he never comes here, and he better be glad he doesn’t, because I don’t think I would be able to hold back. He needs a good, hard lesson on how to treat a woman. I know I fuck around with Ellie all the time, but I also have respect for her.

“Hey…” I announce myself as I get closer.

Her head pops up from staring at her phone. “Oh, I didn’t realize you were even home yet.”

Well, she seems like she’s in a mood.

Yeah, I was here when she got back and watched that fucking idiot drop her off… He didn’t even have the decency to open her car door and walk her to the front door. What a fucking dumbass.

“Yep, been here all afternoon. Did a little work from home… Where did you go? Out to dinner with the boyfriend?” I say casually, like I don’t give a fuck, but I could put my hand through the wall at the thought of him touching her. He rubs me the wrong way, and I don’t fucking like him. Even if he weren’t involved with Ellie, I still wouldn’t associate with him.

“Not that it’s any of your business, Jaydon… but, yes, we did have dinner… We’re just friends, though.”

My head snaps back. “Wait… just friends?” I slowly stalk towards her. “Did you just say,just friends?” My blood pumps straight to my dick at hearing her say this. “Just fucking friends, Peachy? You’ve been living here for months with me, and you’re just now telling me you’rejust friends? When the fuck did this happen?”

She scoffs at me, her eyes lighting up at my closeness. “It's none of your fucking business, Jaydon.”

Yep, she’s definitely pissed about something.

She tries to push me back as she turns to walk away, but I quickly grab her wrist, stopping her. She slowlyturns her head around with a smirk, a smirk that I want to fuck right off of her beautiful face.

“Itismy fucking business when you’ve been living in my house, and I can't fucking touch you…” I continue to stalk even closer to her body, but before I can get too close, she starts backing away from me. “Do you know what that does to a man? The fucking torture you have put me through, wearing those sexy-as-fuck pajamas around the house… seeing that sweet, juicy ass of yours peeking out the bottom of your shorts.”

“Jaydon!” she snaps.

I look her dead in the eyes. “It's true.” She’s still backstepping, but it’s perfect, because she’s backing herself right up against the wall. “I’ve thought for fucking months, that you were in a relationship... I forced myself to keep my fucking hands off you.” My laugh comes out as a growl—she knows she fucked up by telling me this. “But that’s all over now, sweetheart.”

Ellie

I slipped up. Fucked up is more like it.

I’d normally cave and fall into his touch, but not today.

Today, I’m pissed.

“Jaydon, please, don’t start this shit with me. Just continue on to do whatever the hell you are doing.”

He's so tempting; his tatted-up arms are screaming for me to touch them, but that still doesn’t change the fact that he was with my sister and apparently still talks to her.

I had to hear all about it earlier while I was out with Kevin. My mom called me to check in, and she put Breanne on the phone. Of course, the first thing she did was tell me all about how she's keeping in touch with Jaydon. Apparently, he told her he wanted to fly out to visit her soon.

I didn’t even want to come back to this place, didn’t even want to see him, and I still fucking don’t. But the joke is on me, because I have nowhere else to go. It's like the universe is punishing me for something. What I've done to deserve this, I will never fucking know.

I take another step back, and my back flushes against the wall. His heated stare burns into me. I hate how he can get to me. I hate how I let him.

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