Page 34 of Jerk
“Dude, you’re throwing a sex party.Everyone’sin the mood.”
Before I can answer, my eyes land on something that doesn’t quite fit into said ‘sex party.'
A smirk comes to my lips, her fists so tight I can see her white knuckles from here. She stands at the entrance to the living room, the main area of my spectacle. Those honey-glazed eyes narrow on mine, and she looks fucking furious.
Downing my glass, I’m ready for round two.
Bring it, Alfonso.
Gray follows my gaze, another laugh escaping him. “Oh, you’re fucked, Rowen.” He clinks his bottle to my glass before he turns away, approaching the closest girl. But he’s mistaken. I'm not the one about to get fucked.
“Rye!” Hannah’s voice is inaudible over the bumping music, but I see the way her lips move when she screams my name. Plump. Full. Glossy. They look as sticky as her eyes as she makes her way through the room. She doesn’t care who watches as she slinks between bodies. She doesn’t care about the wild scenes she’s passing either. As she gets closer, she barks my name again. This time, I hear her. “Ryung!”
Am I loaded as hell? Or do I like the way she snips my name?
The room gets warmer when she stands in front of me, those cheeks a cherry red. “Shut. It. Down.” Her voice is stern. Rigid and commanding.
“We went through this.” My eyes rake her frame. The girls here are all in their skimpiest outfits, while Hannah, in her t-shirt and shorts, makes something in my pants twitch. “Or did you want another excuse to see me?”
“Your ego is way bigger than you say your dick is.” She steps closer. “Cut it out. Now.” She doesn’t like it when I let out a chuckle, her brows lowering. She pokes at my chest, a sharpness exploding with each one. “Your makeshift brothel fucked up my interview with IOU.”
“Don’t blame me for your failures.”
“It wasn’t a failure until you couldn't keep your whores to yourself." She’s had some champagne, I can smell it on her breath. "Yourguests slammed into my room for a threesome.”
“You jealous?” Her mouth flattens as I take another sip. “We can have one of our own, but you know the other guy won’t make you shake like I do. He won’t make you drip down his fingers until you’re begging for mercy. He won’t own that prissy wet cunt until you lose all control.” My finger comes to her flustered cheek, her warmth shooting up my arm before she slaps it away.
“I don’t want anything with anyone who fucks with my future.” She takes a step back, that scowl hardening. “I definitely don’t want anything withyou.”
I move an inch closer, looking down at her. “Hannah, if a little background noise was all it took for you to lose that interview, you should reconsider your skills.”
“Rye, if you don’t cut this shit out, I’ll?—”
“You’ll what, Hannah?” I chuckle again. She still believes she can order me around like one of her minions. “What would you do?” Proving I do what I want, my hand comes behind her ass, pulling her against me.
She gasps, her lips inches away from mine. She doesn't push me away, and I can feel the way her heart pounds against my chest.
I’m playing with fire, my lips grazing her cheek when I move my head to her ear. “You’re the one breaking the rules coming down here in an outfit outside the dress code.”
“Fuck your dress code,” she spits, a shake still in her voice. “It’smyhouse.”
“It’smyparty.”
“You mean your frat boy fever dream?”
“Are you having a fever right now?” My lips hover above her collar, right where I used that glass at the gallery. “You’re shaking, Hannah.”
“Fuck you.” Her hands come to my chest, and the push she gives me doesn’tfeellike the fight she has in her words. Her eyes flick around the room, mine follow. We’ve become the centre of attention with our heated exchange. She pushes harder this time, and I let go, her feet stumbling back when I do. She straightens up, refusing to look defeated. “Fuck this. I’m cutting the power.” She turns to walk away before my hand wraps around her wrist.
“We’re not done, Alfonso.” She tugs, but I don’t let go.
Her head whips back, her chin over her shoulder as her eyes narrow. “Why? Are you about to lecture me on your ‘rules’? Give me fashion advice on latex?”
“Rules are rules. You broke them. I can’t let you get away with it.” Signalling the DJ at the far end of the living space, the music cuts. If eyes weren’t on us before, they are now.
“You’re joking.” Hannah laughs, looking around the room.
“Your attention, everyone.” With a step back, I address the crowd, finally releasing Hannah. “Crimson made it very clear there would be punishments if rules weren’t followed. Turns out, someone here didn’t get the memo.”
