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“Iamstarting this with you.” He pins his arm against the wall behind my head.

I close my eyes as his face inches closer to mine. When I feel his forehead hit mine, I press him back with my palms. I grit my teeth, and it takes all the strength I have when I say, “Stop, Jaydon.”

“Do you really want me to stop, Peachy?” His deep, sultry voice—tempting me, trying to control my thoughts.

Do I?Probably not. But then the words from my sister's mouth earlier parade through my head. And I’m hurt, which makes me even more pissed. And I don’t want him touching me.

“Yes. You don’t get to do this shit to me. You don’t get to play with my emotions. Kevin and I are friends, but we’re dating.”

He scoffs a laugh, pulling his hand away. “Alright then, Peachy, we’ll play your way. Just let me know when you want a real man to take care of you.”

Dammit, when he says things like that, I could just melt into a puddle right before him. But my mind is set tonight, and I move around him and up the stairs to lock myself in my bedroom and just pray I can continue to have any amount of self-control when it comes to this man.

Jaydon

Ellie’s single.

MyPeachy is fucking single.

I watch her take the stairs, and excitement surges through my body at that thought. I watch the way her round ass sways with every step, and she's fucking killing me. I’m hard as a fucking rock; I have to reach down and squeeze my dick.

I could have fucked her in the kitchen just now, but she didn’t want any part of me.

She still fucking hates me for whatever reason, that much I know. I give her a place to stay, buy her food, let her skip rent, and give her a fucking job. How the hell can she still hate me?

What else do I have to do to please this woman?

Hell, I have even given her earth-shattering orgasms, and she still fucking hates me. She didn’t tell me that, but I could tell by the look on her face when she came. That look alone told me she had never felt anything like it.

Every time I think I’m getting close to breaking down her walls, she pushes me away again. I only stopped messing with her because she asked me to; I respect her enough to listen to her wishes.

She might act like she despises me sometimes—maybe she does—but I can get her so fucking worked up that she can’t resist my charm.

She might think she's “dating” Kevin, but fuck that. The asshole in me needs to fuck with her.

I need to come up with a plan, because no way in hell am I going to be living with this sexy-as-fuckwoman—that I now know is single—and not be balls-deep inside her every fucking night.

The feel of her body against mine is something I can't even begin to explain. She's made for me, and she doesn’t even fucking know it.

Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me.

Chapter 19

Ellie

The weekend has flown by, and today is my first day going to work with Jaydon. He asked if I wanted to ride with him this morning, and I couldn’t think of a reason not to—other than I’m still pissed at him, but I guess that’s just a normal thing for us. Because seriously, when am I not pissed at him?

Ugh, and my fucking sister… she’s nonstop fucking with me.

I got a text from her last night while I was lying in bed, to let me know she just had phone sex with Jaydon. I didn’t even reply to her.

I don't have time for her stupid ass. And I don’t have a fucking clue as to why Jaydon would continue messing with her, then act the way he does with me.

I will ignore him today and pretend not to be bothered by his sexy-as-fuck self, wearing his dress pants and the button-down he normally wears to work.

And he doesn’t even wear it correctly, no—the asshole rolls up the sleeves, showcasing his thick forearms. The urge to just run my tongue all over those tatted-up muscles drives me wild. I've thought about those arms more times than I can count while holding my vibrating friend.

Checking the time, I know I need to hurry. I slide on my black stiletto heels and spray one last pump of perfume before making my way down the stairs.

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