Page 8 of Hate Sex
Chapter 5
Mateo
Thirteen daysand all I’ve gotten from Kota is business—schedules, expenses, all the boring shit that I know she’ll take care of. She always has someone with her, even in her damn office so she can’t be alone with me. I’ve tried several times for a repeat of her office, but get cock blocked at every fucking turn.
I’m sick of this shit and it ends right here. I pull up to her house, one I mind you she’s never invited me to. She’s always opted to come to my place. I believe for a quick getaway, hence her little freak out in her office. I was inherspace.
I park my four doored Jeep in her driveway. Lights illuminate the space, telling me that she’s home. I slip on my leather jacket and make my way to the door, determination fueling me. I ring the bell and wait.
On the other side of the door, I hear Kota’s laughter. The one thing I have yet to be a part of. I’ve heard it many times, I’ve just never been the cause of it. The knob turns and she swings the door open, the smile dying on her lips as she sees me. I put my hands in my pockets because they itch to reach out and grab her, pull her into me and kiss her hard.
“Teo, what are you doing here?” she asks on a gasp. Obviously, me showing up at her doorstep was not in her thoughts. She stands there beautiful as ever. Her long auburn locks flow down her back. A tight t-shirt covers her ample cleavage and her jeans look as if they were painted on her curvaceous body. She has tits and ass in spades and I fucking love that. But it’s her shocked silver-blue eyes that call to me. I don’t answer, just stare at her my mouth having a hard time finding words. Fuck me.
“We discussed everything at the gym.” She stands in front of the door blocking my path and I’m pretty damn sure she’s not planning on asking me in. Sure I could pick her up and move her, but that’s not happening unless she’s a willing participant.
“You’re avoiding me.”
She swallows and her eyes widen.
“Hey, babe, who is it?” A male voice comes from behind Kota, and a coil of tension grips in my gut. You have got to be fucking kidding me right now. Spencer Andrews, all six-feet-three-inches of muscle. The same man I’m fucking training. What the fuck is he doing here? “Hey, brother.” He gives me a chin lift. “What’s going on?”
Iclenchmy fists in my pockets, knowing that if I pull them out I will lay him flat on his ass in a heartbeat. “Just came to talk to Kota.” My voice comes out clipped, and Kota starts to shift anxiously from foot to foot. Nothing like getting caught with your hand in a cookie jar. Not that we are exclusive, but if we aren’t anything anymore she should have the decency to tell me about it. I haven’t been with fucking anyone and this.
Spencer puts his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him, and my nostrils flair. What the fuck is he doing? Not that he has any idea about Kota and me, but Kota fucking does. Her shifting stops at his movement, but she is visibly shaken, and I’m pretty sure a cat has her tongue because nothing is coming out. Even as I tilt my head urging her to speak, nothing.
“What are you guys up to tonight?” Why the fuck did I ask that? Oh, right. I want to know if they are fucking before I rip him limb from limb.
“We just ate dinner, gonna watch a movie and hang out,” Spencer says like it’s the most normal thing in the world, but inside my damn heart, the one thing that I’ve closed off to just about everything, begins to twist in a feeling that I fucking hate.
“I need to speak to her alone for a minute.” Spencer jumps at my tone and I’m sure the vicious snarl on my lips.
“Sure. I’ll just be in the kitchen making popcorn.” He looks to Kota. “You’ll be alright?” he asks, and my fists clench even harder. Like I’d ever hurt a damn hair on her body. He’d better fucking go before the little control I have left snaps off.
“Fine. Go ahead and go,” Kota tells, and he kisses her temple as he ambles away. I can’t hide my fury. The heat is in my face, up my arms, through my entire body, and I’m sure I could set a fire at any second. I grind my teeth and feel the fabric of my leather jacket getting tighter as on instinct my muscles begin to tighten.
Somehow I find it in me to speak. “You and Spencer?” I clip, and Kota flinches like I verbally slapped her.
“It’s none of your business.” She crosses her arms over her chest, pressing up those tits I had in my mouth thirteen days ago.
I step closer, leaving little space between her and me, maybe five inches. “It is my fucking business when you blow me off. It’s my business when my cock was deep inside of you days ago. It’s my business that I made you come hard enough to soak my cock over and over and over again.” Kota’s eyes dilate, and she sucks in a breath taking in my words. The vein in her neck pulses quickly. At least I know I’m the one who turns her on.
“We’re done with that. I’d appreciate it if I didn’t see you outside of work anymore. And at work don’t come into my office,” Kota says calm as can be like the last two years of fucking meant absolutely nothing to her whatsoever, but her eyes call her a liar.
“It would have been nice for you to actually tell me it was over,” I say in the calmest voice I can muster, trying to let the fury racing through my veins cool, but it’s not helping.
“Thought I sent a text. Sorry about that.” She looks down at her feet. She didn’t send a fucking text at all. She just called it off by herself. What the fuck?
“You know damn well you didn’t. Cut the shit. You don’t just end two years over a fucking text anyway,” I growl.
“It’s not like we had anything anyway,” she says in a whisper, no doubt not wantinghimto hear. “We slept together a few times. No big deal. I know you took Carissa to theFitness Firstparty, so it’s not like you're pining over me. I mean, we hate each other, right?”
I growl, anger seeping out of my pores. “You have got to be shitting me.Youset it up for me to go with Carissa.Itold you I didn’t want to, but you insisted,” I fire.
“She’s your go-to girl. Don’t tell me that you didn’t have fun. The pictures show you did.” Yeah, the fucking pictures showed exactly what I wanted them to show, not what was happening. I fucking sent Carissa on her damn way after she tried almost every second to get on my cock. The only woman who’s been on my damn cock is her, but she wouldn’t know that because she never took the damn time to talk to me.
“You’re so full of fucking shit right now. Does Devin know you’re fucking Spencer?” Her face gains color as she grits her teeth.
“Devin doesn’t know shit. Just like he didn’t know about our little visits,” she clips.
