Page 19 of Ignite

“Buddy, I’ve seen enough of your little dick and pale ass to last me a lifetime. Either run for the door, or I’ll throw you through the window. Your choice.”

The girl bolts, grabbing her dress from the floor, nearly faceplanting into the table on her way out.

What a shitshow.

“Are you having a hard time hearing?” Conan starts moving toward him.

Ben glares at me, eyes wild. “You brought this fucking brute to beat me up?”

I shrug, face blank. “I brought him back to finally get an orgasm, Ben. It’s been years.”

Ben’s nostril flares. Conan chuckles darkly behind me.

“Leave,” I say, voice cold. “I don’t want to touch you. I don’t want to look at you. We are over.”

Fuck. That felt so good. Like a weight has been lifted. That’s all Ben is to me, a dead weight.

“Hallie. I can explain.”

Oh, this will be good.

I stomp over to Conan, who slips a thick arm around my waist.

“Please, Ben. Explain yourself. Tell me how you accidentally brought a girl into my dead father’s house and, poof, you both ended up naked and your dick ended up inside her.”

Ben shakes his head.

“I didn’t fuck her, Hallie.”

“Still lying.” I drag a hand down my face.

“Look behind you, dumbass, and wave to the camera.” I point to it, mounted beside the flatscreen.

His mouth drops open. His face drains of all color.

“I never want to see you again. We’re so fucking done. Get the fuck out of my house!”

“Hallie. Baby. We can work through this. I just needed a fuck; that’s all it was. You won’t put out, and a man has needs?—”

Conan scoffs.

“Use your fucking hand, then,” I snap.

“I’ll make this right. One more chance?—”

I shake my head, disgust curling in my gut.

“No. I didn’t want to fuck you before, and I sure as hell never want to again. Now, for the last time. Out. I’ve got needs of my own to take care of.”

I look up at Conan and bat my lashes. He turns, eyes dark.

“You naughty, naughty girl,” he whispers.

He’s playing the part like a pro.

Ben scuttles past us but pauses at the door. I roll my eyes.

“I wouldn’t waste your time with her,” he mutters, voice bitter. “Boring as hell in bed. All she does is work and nap. Or cry about her dead dad.”

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