Page 60 of Forbidden Hearts
After a few minutes, Phoebe is unable to keep quiet. “So, did you sleep with Melinda?”
I grin. I knew it bothered her. “Nope.”
“Good.”
“Why is that?”
I turn down Main Street, taking the long way back home. “Because I would hate to see her take advantage of you.”
“I’m not attracted to her.”
“Right. I mean, she’s like fourteen years younger.”
So is she, but I am fucking burning for her. I don’t reply to that, and then turn down my street.
I park, open her door, and find her glaring at me. “I could’ve gone home.”
“Well, I brought you here. Grab my neck.”
She does, and I lift her out of the car before carrying her to the door. Once I get it open, I bring her to her room and set her on the bed.
“Now what?”
“Stay here.”
I stomp off to the kitchen, fill a bag with ice, and grab a towel. When I get back to Phoebe’s room, her legs are stretched out in front of her and her arms are crossed, swelling those perfect breasts.
I grab a pillow from the floor, lift her leg, and prop her ankle on it. Once she’s settled with her ice, I give her two Tylenol. She takes them, still scowling at me.
“Take me home, Asher.”
“No.”
I’d rather take her here. She sits up, softening her gaze for the first time. There is tension between us, growing more and more the longer we spend in each other’s space, and I hate her for it. I hate myself for not being strong enough to shut it down.
“This isn’t a good idea. Take me home, please.”
“I’m off in twenty minutes. Just stay here, ice your ankle, and try to stay out of trouble. When I get back, we’re going to settle this.”
I leave, cursing myself the entire way, and debate pulling a double just to avoid the mess I left in my home.
Olivia is gone. Phoebe is there. And I want her, fuck the consequences.
fifteen
PHOEBE
Ugh that man!
That ridiculous, irritating, overbearing man brought me here because I can’t walk and left me. At first, I brooded, but then, I was angry. Now? Now, I’m furious. I am going to kill him when he gets here.
If I can make it to the living room.
I’m hopping my way down the hallway, which has never seemed as long as it does right now. I will make it there and sit smugly until he walks in and finds menotwhere he ordered I stay.
Ordered. Like I’m a damn child.
I’m not a kid, and I go where I want, thank you very much.
