Page 22 of Your Coffin or Mine
Hurt and confusion roll over me instantly, and I sit back, stunned from the hot-and-cold whiplash. What is it with this guy?
“Wow. Yeah, no problem. In fact, don’t worry about dinner. This back-and-forth routine is getting old.”
He says nothing, and I lean toward the window, attempting to ignore that the asshole even exists.
My pussy is still throbbing, but I’ll be damned if I let him know it.Besides, what the actual fuck?I just rubbed myself all over him like a bitch in heat and all he’s worried about is if I’m covered up for dinner?
As soon as the car rolls to a stop, I scramble out of it and make my way inside.I need a drink and a bubble bath. It’s my grandmother’s cure-all for everything traumatic, and the wetness between my legs mixed with the scowl on this guy’s face is definitely traumatic.
Doyle smiles when I open the door, but it swiftly falls from his face when he gets a load of my expression. “What happened?”
“Vlad is a dick is what happened, Doyle.” Who kisses people like that and then says that?!
A low growl comes from Vlad behind me, but I ignore him and glance up at Doyle with a small smile. “Is the Wi-Fi up?” I ask.
Doyle frowns at Vlad over my shoulder. “Yes. The password is ‘password.’”
Totally original.I reach the stairs and smile back at him. “Thanks, Doyle.”
I bolt up the two staircases to my room and slam the door. No man has any right to be that gorgeous and that much of anasshole. He has riled me up with just a kiss, and now I’m more turned on than I can remember. My body doesn’t seem to care what bullshit his pretty mouth says, not with the kisses he gives me.
I punch in the Wi-Fi password and shoot a text to Bernadette. I need support in a bad way.
Me:
Hey, went shopping today. It was a disaster.
Burnie:
Do tell . . .
Me:
I still don’t have my luggage. And this.
Burnie:
Hello handsome.
Me:
Meet Vlad. Asshole castle owner.
Burnie:
Is he single?
Me:
I’m barely single. Do you even read?
Burnie:
Woman who cares if he’s an asshole? Look at him. He high key looks like David Gandy.
Me:
I know! He is hot.
