Page 80 of Filthy Little Pretties
This is bullshit. Donovan’s been with me in this attraction since day one. All the flirting, the connection—it was me she dreamed of. I’m not inventing it. It’s there, wrapped continuously around us. I saw her face when I put Laura in my car. She was furious. I recognized the look because it’s precisely what I felt when she walked out from behind the tree.
That fucking tree. I should burn it down.
The city lights glow bright around me as I exit the tunnel and continue cutting around the other cars.Why even bother to fucking kiss me when you’re going to whore around with that asshole?I’m the one you want, Cherry.If this is another fucking game to punish me, I’m gonna make her pay a high price for my forgiveness.
Donovan’s cut me with every rejection, then pushed the knife in when planning the stupid bet, but she twisted it in my gut like Judas when she gave away what’s mine to Liam.
My fucking lips. My fucking kiss.
Her building comes into view, and my foot hits the pedal harder. I speed around a white Volvo and cut off another car, pulling up to her home with screeching tires. My body jolts when my right front tire hits the curb as I throw the car in park.
I’m vibrating, I’m so fucking pissed. I toss my door open, not bothering to close it, and throw the keys to the approaching doorman.
“Fix it.”
He looks taken aback as the keys land in his hands, and I’m sure he’s wondering what the fuck’s going on, but I don’t care. I push the glass doors open, storming straight past the concierge and into the elevator. My palm viciously smacks the button for her floor, but nothing happens.
Fuck. Key card.
I lean my head out between the steel doors, gripping the frame, and bellow, “Grey McCallister for Donovan Fucking Kennedy!”
My pressed lips hold my breath captive, the only means of escape being my nostrils, which are flared and pushing out air like a bull. Heels click across the tiled floor quickly as a woman from the staff ducks into the elevator shaft, waving a card in front of a tiny mounted reader, and presses the button for the top level. She steps out, the doors close, and I’m lifted.
I finally open my mouth, letting out a heavy breath and running my hand through my hair.And even after what Donovan did, the nerve in her expression when Laura got into the car.She kisses Liam, then has a fucking opinion about what I do?
No, Cherry. We aren’t playing these games.
The ding sounds, and I slap the inner door, wanting it to open faster. I don’t even wait for it to completely open before I slide through, stepping out into the entryway that leads to her front door.
I walk past a large table, with an audacious flower arrangement that smells too sweet, and ring the bell once. When it’s not answered quickly enough, I press it over and over and over until a very flustered butler opens with a scowl.
“Where is she?”
My words are less than polite as I push past him and make my way inside, toward the staircase. He spins, pulling his robe tighter.
“Excuse me, Mr. McCallister. It’s very late. I will call security if need be.”
“Call them. Make sure to say ‘Grey McCallister broke into the building his family owns.’ And butler, I didn’t ask for the fucking time. Is she in her room?”
His blank stare serves as a deterrent about as much as his bullshit threat. I head upstairs, gripping the rail as I turn to the hallway and stalk toward her door. Grabbing the handle, I throw her door open. I’m past the point of reason, unhinged and ready to ruin my best friend’s life. And by best friend I mean Donovan.
The door bounces off the wall and back into my waiting palm. Her big blue eyes swing my way, looking at me like I’m insane from where’s she standing in the doorway of her closet.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I came to ask you the same.”
Donovan
“GET OUT.”
“Make me.”
My heart is beating so fast I’m scared it’ll explode in my chest. We stand there glaring at each other, Grey’s jaw tensed and my eyes narrowed. He’s here for a fight, and after watching him leave with Laura, I’m ready for war.
Grey swings the door closed, but Victor is standing behind him and stops it, clearing his throat.
“Miss, I apologize. I realize it’s late. May I escort your guest out?”
