Page 40 of Our Shattered Pieces
It was official; I was Molly-whipped.
Saturday had been perfect with no awkwardness or embarrassment. It had been an entire day of more fucking, with bouts of normal in between. We’d even managed to come to the understanding that we were dating. I had made it clear that I wanted her off those sites, and that she was the only woman I was interested in.
Sunday had been spent with me taking care of some things around the house, and Molly gearing up for her week. She had warned me that she worked long days when she had upcoming events, and I lied when I said that was fine. Only, to be fair, I hadn’t been lying at the time. I’d only discovered it was a lie when two days had passed with not seeing her.
And now, I was knocking on her front door at seven in the evening because I missed her.
Knocking for a second time, the door finally opened, and the surprise on Molly’s face sent a foreboding sensation down my back. “What are you doing here?”
I did my best to squash the disappointment of her tone and surprise. “I’m sorry,” I immediately replied. “I…I probably should have called first. I wasn’t thinking.”
Some foreign emotion started swirling in those silver orbs of hers, and though I couldn’t name it, I knew I didn’t like it. “But why would you call first?” she asked. “I mean, why wouldn’t you think I’d be at home, with my legs spread, waiting?”
My head reared back in offended shock. “What?”
Her hand white-knuckled on the doorknob, she just peered up at me. “Well, as much as you made it clear this weekend that I wasyourslut, of course, you wouldn’t need to call. Why would you expect me to be doing anything other than waiting to get fucked?”
“Whoa.” I threw my hands up to stop her. “What in the fuck are you talking about?”
Her eyes were hard lasers. “Why else would you be here, Grayson?”
“Because I missed you, Molly,” I told her truthfully.
“What exactly did you miss, Grayson?” she asked. “Cumming on my face? Being able to fuck me up the ass?”
I couldn’t help it. I glanced around to make sure no one else was around. Whatever was happening here, I didn’t want anyone else listening in on Molly’s secrets.
Looking back down at the angry woman in front of me, I hissed, “Are you serious, right now?”
“I’m very serious,” she fired back. “Why not just do us both a favor and be honest about it, Grayson. Be honest about why you’re here.”
“I’m here because I thought I was a boyfriend visiting his girlfriend,” I snapped, offended and confused on so many different levels. “Granted, I should have called before just stopping by, but I didn’t think it would bother you this much.”
“That’s because you don’t know a thing about me, Grayson,” she flung back. “Not a thing.”
My head jerked back with incredulousness. “How can you say that? We spent Friday night and all of Saturday getting to know each other.”What in the fuck?“While there’s still a lot to learn, how can you say I don’t knowanythingabout you?”
“Because you don’t,” she spat.
“Molly, what the fuck is this?” I asked. “Where is this coming from?”
“It’s about you thinking I have nothing better to do than service you.”
Now, now I was getting pissed. “I don’t think that,” I said, my voice close to bringing to cops. “I don’t think your only purpose is to serve me. Jesus Christ, Molly.”
“But that’s what slut and whores do, Grayson,” she practically snarled at me. “We service.”
“Will you quit fucking saying that,” I snapped. “Roleplaying in the bedroom does not make you the legitimate definition of a slut or whore, Molly.”
Her face took on an ugly grin. “That’s what you think.”
I felt like I was losing my mind here. “What in the hell does that mean?”
Looking like the cat that ate the canary, she asked, “What if I told you one man wasn’t enough for me.”
My entire spine snapped with jealously. It was bright green, deadly, and crawling down my back like a vine. “What?”
“What if one man isn’t enough for me?” she repeated.
