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“Fucking things. Now I have to go dispose of it.”
I flipped him off, because now he was being the asshole version of himself again, and that version I knew how to handle.
“Suck it up, actually, ugh, I didn’t mean… oh go away.”
He reappeared from the bathroom, smirking at me as he stroked his semi-hard dick absently.
“Whoa, orgasms really make you bitchy. Is it that you didn’t come more than twice? At least I got you off.”
“Maybe you should go now, Grease. I need to go and do damage control on my career yet again.”
He started grabbing his clothes, completely disregarding how I’m pretty much kicking him out, like it was just par for the course.
“Why’d you become a cop anyway? You didn’t want to do something worthwhile instead?” Typical criminal response. Oh my god. Why the hell am I sleeping with a criminal in the first place? Uh… because he’s hot.Nope. Not listening to that inner voice.
“Well, someone like you would think it’s not worthwhile, but then you wouldn’t know how to act lawfully if-”
“Delightful, that’s what you are. You got yours, and now you’re gonna push me away by being a bitch again. You know what? You’re welcome for rescuing you from a sex attacker, andwatching over you while you were pissed out of your head, and now for giving you a fucking good time. Maybe try staying out of trouble in future, little cop. That’s what you want, right? Good, clean fun.”
I grabbed one of his boots, which I’d almost fallen over as I got up, and threw it at him, expecting anger in response, but instead getting that sexy half smirk that made me want to get him naked again.
“So sexy when you’re having a hissy fit.”
“Leave!”
“I’m going, darlin’, just lemme get my pants on, or your neighbours will be getting jealous.”
“OUT!”
After he left, I had to admit to myself that, even in the face of my demands that he get the hell out of my place, he still left with a grin and a wink at me. Was this what counted as the normal end of a date night for him, or for guys like him? Was my rejection just expected, and accepted, like he was used to one night stands and nothing more? It was our second time together and he’d slept in my house, and on my bed like more than a one night thing.
My god, he was screwing with my head, and not because he was being hard work or something. Literally the opposite. He’d rocked my world twice, he’d shown up when I needed to be saved, he’d looked after me when I was vulnerable, and then he left when I demanded it. I couldn’t even be angry at him for any of it, so it left me feeling, I don’t know… I guess a bit deflated, and a little regretful that he left, because I was starting to enjoy having him around.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ididn’t even carethat I had to walk back into town, so I could get my wheels and head home to the club grounds. Had I kept my phone switched off so nobody could find me or track me? Sure I fucking did. See, I have a mafia don for a boss, and even if I was one of his technical whizzes, I knew he had others who could do that shit just fine, not to mention that he could call on Ice if it came to it, since we were fucking collaborating so freely these days.
When I got back to the club, nothing looked out of the ordinary, so I think I got away with it. I parked up, and headed for my room.
“Grease!”Fuck. My shoulders tightened, as I turned to face the asshole who shouted my name.
“Stag. What’s up?”
He rolled his eyes, heading over to me, even though I sure as fuck didn’t invite him.
“Where you been? Did you get laid? Oh, you fucked that prissy cop, I bet-”
I grabbed his cut and dragged him up onto his tiptoes, since he’s a short motherfucker.
“You say one more word, and I’ll break every fucking tooth in that stupid mouth of yours.”
His eyes widened, and he shoved at my chest, but guess what, I’m bigger and stronger, fuckhead.
“Jesus, man. I was just shooting the shit. You got your period or something?” Fucker. I really didn’t want to laugh at his antics, but the prick had a way of pissing people off, and making them laugh at the same time. I dropped his cut, and he staggered a few steps.
“They do meds for that shit, ya know.”
“Yeah, yeah, man. I’m just tired. You wanna fuck off so I can get some sleep?”
