Page 15 of Forever C*cky

Chapter Five

Eliza

“Oh, get offof me, you Neanderthal!” I screech at the hulk of a man lying on top of me as I shove at his seriously broad chest.

Technically, he did save me from falling face first into the hardwood. But, it was his damn fault I tripped in the first place!

Damn, he’s solid muscle. And, not from lifting weights while staring at himself in the mirrors at the gym.

Oh, who cares? He just tried to kill me… Again.

I could have cracked my face… my face… The money maker because he decided to spy on me. Did he watch me change?

Is he a pervert?

My hips lift in an attempt to buck him off me while I slap at his massive shoulders. “Get. Off. Of. Me.”

His voice is harsh as he mutters, “Stop hitting me, darlin’! I’m not on you by choice. I just saved your pretty little neck. If not for me, you’d have bounced off the floor by your face and not your ass this time.

“Are you always so damn vertically challenged?”

Am I always so vertically challenged? Is he insinuating that I’m clumsy?!

I am no such thing. I never trip and fall.

Yet, twice in one freaking day, I’ve almost bit dust in front of this devil man.

Both times were his fault! Well, this one was. I’m not quite certain how he orchestrated the first one, but I’m sure it’s his fault… somehow.

I scream at him. “Why are you still on top of me!?” I shove again. “Getoff! And, no I’m not vertically challenged. I’m graceful as shit! Like a goddamned swan!” He grabs my hands and pins them above my head to prevent me from hitting him again.

He growls at me. “If you hit me one more time like the spoiled princess you apparently think you are, I’m going to take you over my knee and tan your ass like your momma should have as a child!”

My eyes widen at the thought.

How dare he! He doesn’t know jack shit about my momma or my ass!

I snarl at him. “If you lay one hand on me, I’ll have you arrested for assault! You don’t know anything about my momma! Now, get the hell off me!” He lets my hands go and rolls to the side. As soon as I’m free, I jump up and scoot to the other side of the bed. “What the hell is wrong with you?You…youmade me fall! You were spying on me! Did you watch me change?

“Were you hoping to sneak a peek at me without my clothes on!? You sick pervert!

“What, no women around here, so, now that I’m here, you think you can just creep on me whenever you want to? I know I’m beautiful” His eyes widen in disbelief, but I ignore him and keep screaming, “And,yousaid you thought I was beautiful, but it takes more than some cocky ass cowboy with no manners to appeal to me!”

“I am not interested in you and whatever ideas you’re having about me arenotgoing to happen! You can just forget it.”

His eyes narrow and he stands. He chuckles. “Darlin’, I have no interest in you. None at all. You might be beautiful, but beautiful woman are a dime a dozen. You’re nothing special.” My mouth falls open.

How dare he talk to me like that!

I open my mouth to light his ass up, but he cuts me off.

“Spying on you? I think not. You are inmywing of the house.” My brows raise and he growls. “That’s right. You’re in my domain.” He flings his hand out to encompass the room. “You’re in my ex-fiancée’s room… wearingherclothes…” He glares down at my feet. “Wearing the last gift I ever gave her… I bought her those boots…” His eyes flit over my body insultingly and I feel dirty. His lips twist with disdain, but I can see a hint of something else buried in his eyes. His voice is cold as he hits me with more of the disgust I apparently bring out of him. “Seeing you like this… trust me… want is thelastthing I’m feeling.”

Jesus. Why not tell me exactly how you feel?

Whatever… I would do the same thing. But, he’s supposed to be a southern gentleman. Yeah, right!

His ex-fiancée?

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