Page 39 of Our Shattered Pieces
His eyes lit with recognition, and I died a little inside. “Molly Cavanaugh,” he acknowledged.
Suddenly, I was a freshman again, remembering Lorcan’s words of wisdom.
Show no fear.
I gave him a tight nod. “Sawyer.”
“So, Chicago, huh?”
I did not want to make small talk with Sawyer Baker. And if I ever ran into Calvin Hackett again, I sure as hell didn’t want to make small talk with him either. I wanted nothing to do with the two men I’d been whored out to.
Nothing.
“Excuse me, Sawyer,” I said, hoping my voice sounded stronger than I felt in this moment. “I’m in a rush.”
“Wow,” he chuckled. “Can’t even spare a few seconds to catch up?”
“What would be the point?”
The grin that slithered across his face was knowing. “I’m in Chicago for a friend’s wedding,” he said. “I’m thinking you’d be the perfect entertainment for his bachelor party.”
“You’re a real piece of work, Sawyer,” I scoffed. “I guess my brother’s beating didn’t teach you much.”
“Molly, your brother’s beating was worth it,” he shot back, and my stomach threatened to revolt. “Sliding inside you that night was one of the best experiences of my life.”
“You must not get out much, then,” I fired back.
This time, his grin showed some teeth. “Don’t act like you still don’t remember that night, Molly,” he said. “I bet every single damn time you ride dick you remember the feeling of me coming up behind you, working my dick inside your ass, locking you up nice and tight.”
“I haven’t thought of you since the last time I saw your face, Sawyer,” I bit out, ignoring his reminders.
He shook his head mockingly. “That’s where you’re lying,” he argued. “Everyone knows a girl never forgets her first. And, Molly, I will always be the first guy who had the honor of breaking in that tight ass of yours.”
“Believe what you want, Sawyer,” I almost snapped, his words true and regretful. “But it’s been ten years, I suggest you move on.”
“Why?” he challenged. “I’d bet every bill in my wallet thatyouhaven’t. Once a dirty slut, always a dirty slut. And you were one dirty, glorious, beautiful slut, Molly Cavanaugh.”
I sidestepped him, and his laughter bled in my ears as I walked away from him. However, I had only made it a few steps before he called out that if I change my mind about the bachelor party, I could find him at The Regency.
My phone ringing in my purse again, I ignored it as I tried to get my hands to stop shaking. Why would Fate do this to me? Why would Fate bring me Grayson Lewis, only to backhand me with Sawyer Baker days later?
When Grayson and I hung out Saturday, he had made it clear that he wanted this thing between us to be monogamous. He had asked me to delete my profile from all dating websites, not just Ques?tional.com. He had asked that we give this thing a shot, and he had even told me he wanted to talk to Lorcan first, sort of like asking for his blessing. It had been sweet and touching.
But another thing he had made absolutely clear was that he didn’t share.
He’d made his possessive nature apparent, and now, now I wondered what he’d think of me if he knew what I’d done with Ethan, Sawyer, and Calvin. If he knew I had enjoyed it, up until I had found out they had paid for me.
Friday night had been a lot of reassurances of how I wasn’t a slut, buthisslut. Grayson had taken full ownership of my sick desires and had made them his. Where there’d been no judgement then, would there be some now?
Racing back to my office, I told my assistant, Phoebe, to hold all my calls. She hadn’t been surprised since she was familiar with my schedules, and knew I’d be making phone calls all afternoon, and thank God.
I wasn’t sure how long I sat in my office, the adrenaline from running in Sawyer beating me useless, but when I had finally called it a day, I couldn’t recall the entire afternoon.
Leaving the office, I wondered if it was time to reach out to another counselor because a reaction this violent to seeing Sawyer, after all these years, wasn’t good.
Chapter 30
Grayson~
