Page 71 of His Temptation
More on my level? What the hell was he talking about?
Me:If you’re not over here in an hour, I’m coming to you.
Damsel:You don’t even know where I am. Maybe I’m at a party, drinking and about to fuck someone else.
Goddammit, my blood boiled at the thought of someone—guy or girl—putting their hands on him. I couldn’t tell if he was lying just to get a rise out of me, or if he was actually doing it. And if hewasat a party flirting with other people, I had no right to be mad about it.
Because we’d never said we were exclusive. Never said we were anything other than a good time.
Me:Okay.
Damsel:What do you mean byokay?
Me:If you’re getting shitfaced and plowed by some dude at a party, go for it. I won’t stop you.
I tossed my phone on the bed and sat against the headboard, frustrated. Why did I have to go and catch feelings for Cason? I was good at fucking guys and moving on. Why did he have to be the goddamn exception?
Instead of thepingof a text, I heard my ringtone.
“Hello?” I answered.
“I’m sorry,” Cason said, his voice cracking. “I’m not at a party. I’m at home.”
It sounded like he’d been crying.
“Are you okay?”
He laughed without humor. “That’s a loaded question.”
“I’m coming to get you.”
“Why? I figured you’d be balls-deep in that hot blond by now. I don’t want to interrupt your date.”
“It wasn’t a date,” I said, getting off the bed and grabbing my shoes to put them back on.
“Ryan told me he’s the guy he saw you with.”
I froze as I bent to tie my shoe. My heart hammered against my ribs. “He finally told you.”
That was progress. Maybe Ryan was coming to terms with it now.
“Yep. He told me. He explained how he walked in on you pushing the blond against your desk and getting ready to bang him right there in your office. I had to sit there and pretend it didn’t bother me. But it did.”
“Cason…”
“You can fuck whoever you want, Emery. We made it clear we were just a fling.”
“So, why do you sound so upset?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
“I want to see you so we can talk.”
“Sure,” Cason answered, breathing out a sharp breath. “I’ll be over in a few.”
I had a feeling everything would change after tonight.
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