Page 75 of Worship
My words are just as angry as her, but I reach out for her, wanting to fuck her for her stubbornness.
Gretchen smacks at my hands.
“I can’t do this…” She tugs at her skirt, smoothing it down. “Look at what we’ve become. I just got hate fucked in the pantry of my best friend’s home, with my fucking boyfriend outside.”
Her hand rubs down the sides of her face.
I grab her chin and force her eyes to mine.
“Are you blaming me? Because you asked for it, loud and proud, baby. And it definitely wasn’t hateful,” I reply unapologetically.
She laughs angrily, tugging her chin from my hands.
“Luca, I’m sure you could talk me right off a bridge and I wouldn’t even realize that it wasn’t my idea until I hit the ground.”Fuck this.
“If that’ll help you sleep next to him tonight.” I shrug, my irritation building. “But you remember something, baby: there will always only be me. You’re the only real vow I’ve ever taken. And everything is going to fall apart, burn to the fucking ground, until we fix us because, Angel”—I place my hand on her chest—“this belongs to me. I’m the only man that gets to hear it beat. When you realize that, I’ll be waiting.”
I pull the pantry door open and stroll out back to the table, right back to Mikey’s curious eyes.
I take my seat across from him and lean back causally.
“She was great, thanks,” I say to him but let my eyes roam over her body as she rejoins him.Let the games begin.
IFEEL SHELL-SHOCKED.I’M PRESENT, but my mind is a million miles away. I just let him finger fuck me in the pantry, and now I’m sitting next to Michael, the man I’m dating, as if nothing happened, wildly turned on and frustrated. Michael’s hand reaches over to touch mine, and I jump.
“Everything okay? You look flustered.”I just got punish fucked in the pantry, but I’m good.
“I’m okay. Just thirsty.”
I point to the bottle of chardonnay on the table.
“Would you mind?”
His eyes are filled with suspicion.
Michael picks up my glass of water and hands it to me.
“Maybe this instead.”
His expression is unwavering. I want to laugh in his face.Oh, wrong girl, buddy.
“Excuse me?” I question. “I wasn’t asking permission. I apologize for the confusion, but I’ll take that bottle now.”
My voice is sweet, but my meaning is clear.
“Angel.”
My nickname fromthatmouth calls my attention instantly.
I look to see Luca handing me a glass with a sizeable pour of white wine. He’s such an asshole. He’s taking a jab, and I’ll let him because this lesson is an important one for Michael to learn.Never tell a woman what she needs. We know; we’re good.
“Thank you.”
I smile, taking the glass and looking to Michael as I take a sip. I shouldn’t be so antagonistic, but I’m not in the mood for Luca or Michael to act like dicks. The liquid slides down my throat, and my tongue swipes across my lip as I pull the glass from my mouth.
A tartness on my taste buds makes my eyes nearly pop out of my head. Holy shit. That’s me. I just tasted myself… That motherfucker.
My angry glare zeroes in on Luca’s arrogant fucking smirk.
