Page 41 of Our Shattered Pieces
“Then, maybe, you should have mentioned that on Saturday, when we discussed exclusivity,” I answered through clenched teeth.
She arched a raven brow. “No, I mean, what if one guy isn’t enough for me,” she said again, and though it took me a second, realization finally dawned.
Jealousy was still tangled inside my emotions, but the answer was the same. “Like I said, then you should have mentioned it on Saturday.”
Molly lifted her chin. “So, the alpha shares after all?”
“No,” I growled. “The alpha would have grabbed that dildo, he knows you have in your dresser drawer, and he would have fucked your pussy with it while burying his dick inside your ass. If you need more than one dick, we can work on that.”
“It’s not the same thing,” she argued.
“How in the fuck would you know?”
Then she cut me off at the knees as she said nothing, looking me straight in the eye, with the answer written all over her face.
I wasn’t into sharing. While I didn’t judge it, it wasn’t for me. Not when I cared about the woman. And I cared about Molly.
Forcing the words out, while trying to control my embattled emotions, I said, “So, we talk about it, and work through it, Molly.”
She shook her head, and I knew I was losing her. Losing her when I’d just gotten her. “I’m a slut, Grayson,” she said, matter-of-fact. “I’m a whore, who’s been fucked dirtier than you could ever imagine.”
“Don’t do this, Molly. I-”
“Go find a nice girl, who doesn’t mind getting dirty every now and again, and leave the real whores to the men who can actually handle them,” she said, killing me with every word.
“Molly, what the fuck?” She didn’t comment. Instead, she slammed the door in my face, leaving me with almost breaking it the fuck down. “Molly!”
“Go away before someone calls the police, Grayson!” she yelled back.
“Molly! Open this fucking door!”This couldn’t be fucking happening.
It wasn’t until her neighbor opened her door, to see what was going on, that I finally walked away from her front door. While this wasn’t over, I didn’t need to get arrested. A teacher with an arrest record was never a good thing.
But no way was this over.
Chapter 31
Molly~
It’s been two days of ignoring Grayson’s texts and phone calls, and the shame of my meltdown was slowly drowning me.
I hadn’t meant to fall apart the way I had. I hadn’t meant to blame Grayson for all the ways I was messed up. I hadn’t meant for any of this to happen.
None of it.
But seeing Sawyer had put me back in that dark place I thought I had conquered. A part of me wondered if my bad reaction to Sawyer had to do with all the things that I had let Grayson do to me last weekend. For the first time in years, I’d fed my demons, making every word out of Sawyer’s mouth the truth. While I never thought about that night when I was in bed with a guy, I have thought about it when I needed that extra push porn wasn’t helping me with.
While I never wanted to experience it again, after the way Ethan had tainted it, I couldn’t say the idea didn’t still turn me on.
And, God, when Grayson said he’d double penetrate me using toys to satisfy me, a part of me wanted to believe he wasn’t disgusted by this new turn of events, but then, he still didn’t know that money had been paid for that privilege once. Right now, he believed I was just a cockslut, but what if he found out I’d been turned into an actual whore once before?
The door to my office opened, and I looked up to see Rowan and Mystic walking in, unannounced. “Well, okay. Hello.”
Mystic shut the door behind her, and both women got comfortable in the chairs surrounding the small conference table I had nestled in the corner of my office.
Rowan spoke first. “What in the hell is your problem?”
My brows rose as I leaned back in my chair. “Excuse me?”
