Page 78 of Storm Bound
“Baby, come on. We had one argument, and all of a sudden, we’re not boyfriends? What kind of attitude is that?” he said and moved to kiss Adam but stopped when I cleared my throat.
“Can you tell me what the fuck is going on?” I shouted.
“He’s a feisty one. I like him. Were you thinking of making him a regular, or is he just a one-of present for my arrival?”
I gritted my teeth and balled my hands, trying to find one good reason why I shouldn’t punch this guy.
And Adam, too.
Because whatever was going on here, he was a part of it. And that was like a knife right in the gut.
“What exactly don’t you understand, sweetheart? I’m Adam’s boyfriend. We’re a couple. We live here. It’s not that hard, is it?”
“Adam?” I turned to the person I thought I knew looking for answers that made more sense than whatever this Justin guy was spewing.
He slowly looked at me with knotted eyebrows and tight eyes while chewing his lips. It was as if he was already apologizing for stringing me along even without opening his mouth.
“He’s not—,” he said.
“Adam! What have I told you about lying? He’s compulsive. It’s so frustrating at times,” Justin said in a very sharp and authoritative voice that sounded just like my dom orders.
Adam glanced at Justin, and he seemed to surrender to whatever power the man exuded on him.
“We’ve been together for five years. Haven’t we, babe?” Justin said, putting an arm around Adam.
Adam lifted his head only slightly and nodded.
And once again, knife; guts; right in there. Twisting that knife for good measure, too.
“So what was all this? What’s going on? Why agree to move in? Why all the lies?” I asked, barely any energy to shout or even cry. I was hurting too much for it. And every muscle in my body was strained trying to keep me together.
“Move in? Wow, Adam. I thought we were going to discuss if we were going to add a third to our relationship? I mean, he’s not bad-looking, but I need to test drive him, too,” Justin said.
“Can you shut up for one second?” I told him.
His face hardened, and it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility that he wanted nothing more than to punch me in the face now. Well, the feeling was mutual.
“Charlie, I’m sorry,” he started, the guilt tingeing his voice. His face was a whole study on betrayal and shame.
He’d lied to me. He had a boyfriend and a life, and he lied to me. For all I knew, this was all part of their game.
Oh crap.
Was this a roleplay scene? Was this Justin dick supposed to be here when we returned and make a scene? Was he going to take him back inside and fuck his brains out from all the adrenaline of this charade?
“Yeah, well… I’m sorry, too. For trusting anything you ever said to me,” I said with as much bravado as I could muster and walked away.
I started moving toward the pickup. I was so used to driving his car that I almost forgot it wasn’t mine. My fist tightened around the keyring in my hand and the keys dug into my skin. The pain from them was nothing compared to what my entire body felt like.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and turned around to throw the keys at them then walked over to Yaya’s car.
“What a firecracker. Nice find, baby,” Justin said and smacked Adam’s butt as I fiddled with the keys.
I growled when the keys wouldn’t cooperate, but finally got to the unlock button, got in, and drove out of there as fast as humanly possible.
He was right. Dad was right. Adam had been running from something. And whatever it was, I definitely didn’t want anything to do with it.
Humiliation during sex was one thing. Humiliation outside of it? Well... fuck that shit.
