Page 22 of Break Me
She shrugs. “Seems like in Canada they do things differently. Sleep with their best friend’s girl, stalk people before they get to know them.” She shrugs. “Split cab rides?”
Okay. She thinks she’s funny.
“Alright,” I say, standing to my feet. “You win. We do indeed do things differently. Which is why you’re going to come with me to a movie. Today.” I mean, last night I didn’t get to fuck her, but tonight? Could be different. And damn do I need to get laid.
My phone rings loudly in my back pocket just as she opens her mouth to respond. I pull my phone out, glance at the screen.
Caden.
I imagine Riley hasn’t woken up yet and he’s being the needy asshole that he is.
I ignore the call, knowing that will piss him off and feeling kind of good about it. I look back at Ava.
“So?”
She frowns. “Tonight I have plans.”
“I didn’t ask about tonight,” I clarify. “Today. As soon as you’re ready.”
She grabs her phone again and holds it up, thumbing through her messages. Her brows are pulled together, as if whatever she sees on her screen is going to give her the answer. I pull the phone from her hands, and take a step back from the couch.
“Hey!” she yells at me, halfway up from the couch but for some reason not wanting to stand in front of me in her underwear. I already saw it, last night, because she had to walk from the bathroom to the couch. She was wearing pink lace, and the fabric hugged her ass perfectly, dipping low over her pelvis. But I don’t think right now is a good time to tell her that.
I hold her phone by my side, not bothering to look at her messages even though it’s still unlocked. If I wanted to, I could read them all without even holding the damn thing in my hand.
“Is that a ‘yes’?” I tease her.
She glares at me, those ocean blue eyes narrowed, lashes nearly fanning her brow. “I don’t even know your last name. I know nothing about you—”
“And yet you spent the night in my condo last night,” I point out, arching a brow.
I see her cheeks flush pink again, and my eyes narrow in on that freckle above the dent in her full lips. It’s fucking sexy.
“Whoever is on this phone,” I say, holding it up, “isn’t making the decision. You are. Movie or nah?”
She rolls her eyes. “Whatever, but it’ll have to be an early showtime.” She huffs. “Can I have my phone back now?”
“Sure.” I squat down and set it on the floor, far enough away from the couch that she’ll have to stand up and get it. “Here it is.”
I see her fists clench and I laugh, nodding toward them. “I wouldn’t fight me if I were you—” And then Caden is calling again.
I pull my phone back out and run a hand through my hair. “It’s your lucky day.” I answer the phone and wink at her before I head down the hall, away from the living room, toward my own room.
“What?” I ask Caden when I answer the phone.
“Please tell me why,” this asshole says as I walk into my bedroom and close the door behind me, “my fiancée isn’t answering her phone and it’s nearly eleven in the morning. Riley doesn’t sleep in.”
I sink down onto my king-sized bed, run my hand over the dark grey comforter and pinch the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger.
“Dude, you flew Tyler here. She’s sleeping. I told you we went out last night—”
“You mean you haven’t seen her this morning?” he snaps. But even though Caden is always kind of a dick, there’s something else in his tone. I stand to my feet, walk over to my dresser and pull open the top drawer.
“She’s across the hall,” I say calmly. “With Tyler.”
“You haven’t seen her?” Caden presses. “Has she text you?”
I pull out the gun from the dresser, close it back. “If she hasn’t text you, she sure as hell wouldn’t text me first. She knows how you are—”
