Page 30 of The Billionaire's Bride
"Ed," she mumbles, "we can’t."
"Why not?"
"Because we shouldn’t."
"Why not?"
"Because I told Baron that I wasn’t sleeping with him, or with you, until I arrive at a decision."
"Wait, what?" I scowl. "What did you say?"
She leans forward. "I am not having sex with either of you." She folds her arms about her waist. "Not until I’ve figured out what to do about all of this."
Walking around the couch to see her face, I argue, "That’s bullshit, Eve."
"Yeah, that’s what he said also."
"Stop talking about him when you’re with me."
She throws up her hands, "Is this what is going to happen when I am with either of you and I mention the other one? Seriously, you guys need to grow up." She stands up and begins to pace. "I am trying my best here, and neither of you is helping me out."
I fold my fingers into fists at my side. "Can’t say I blame him, though."
She pauses, then turns to face me. "What are you talking about?"
"You come home smelling like another man, and you think I am going to stand by silently and accept it?"
She pales, "It…it’s not like that, Ed."
"Oh?" I round the couch, and walk toward her, "Then how is it, Ava, explain it to me?" I take a step forward and she skitters back.
"It’s really not how it seems."
"Oh?" I allow my lips to curl. "Are you denying that you kissed him?"
Her gaze lowers.
"Thought so."
I move toward her and she stumbles back another step.
"Did he touch you, Eve?" I growl. "Did you let him press his lips to yours, thrust his tongue in between your lips, as he felt your shoulders, your breasts, the curve of your hips? Did he wind your hair around his fist and yank on it as he closed his mouth over yours?"
Her breath hitches, then her face pales. "Stop it," she snarls. "Stop it, Ed."
"Why should I?" I close the distance between us, and she slides back until her body touches the wall. She stiffens, looking around her, "Don’t even think about it," I warn. "Tell me what he did to you, Eve."
"Nothing," she snaps.
"You’re a liar." I lunge forward and she screams.
"Don’t come closer, Ed!"
"Why?" I allow my lips to curl. "Scared I’ll kiss you and then you’ll forget him?"
"This is not a competition," she snarls
"So, you keep saying, and you know what? I am fucking tired of it." I plant my hand on the wall next to her head and she freezes. Her breathing quickens. She darts her gaze from left to right and that’s when I push my hips into hers.
