Page 446 of Now and Forever

Chapter 169

I’m nervous as hell when I walk out of the restaurant and find him close to where he parked his Ducati, leaning against the tree trunk, arms folded against his chest while he watches me walk over to him.

“We fucked yesterday. Did that mean anything to you?” he hisses at me.

Whoa, he doesn’t waste time getting to the point. Did it mean something to me? Yeah, it did, of course, but was it enough to lose my head over? No. “Well . . . I thought it was just . . . sex.”

Drake makes an evil, cruel laugh. “Sex. Just sex.” He laughs again. “I don’t fucking believe this. Lily Alexander, of all women, I would’ve never thought you would fuck just to fuck. I guess I was too caught up seeing and being with you again. I was alone in this it seems.”

Okay, that stings a little bit. “I . . .” I open my mouth and close it. I was what? Sorry? But I’m not sorry.

Drake swiftly stands close to me. “You what, Lil?” he questions bitingly in my ear.

“Can we just forget about it? It was only once.” I see him flinch. His eyes cloud over, chilling with temper.

Drake looks at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. I know for a fact that he doesn’t like what he’s seeing. I’m not naively strung out on love and adoration for him. I’ve changed. He can’t just expect me to throw everything out the window just because the ever elusive Drake Tatum decided to pursue me, us, together. After a minute of him still in a state of silence, I’m starting to panic. I suddenly wet my dry lips as my mind stampedes on.

When he speaks again, I tremble. “Let me fuck you tonight. Then you can go.”

I gasp at his proposition. Was that even sensible? We’re too heightened with tension.

One more night . . . in his arms . . . one more night.

“Just tonight?” I double check, arching my eyebrow at him.

“Just tonight.” Drake looks determined and detached.

Gone is the Drake from earlier. The Drake before me now, is the Drake I knew so well—a mercurial, insufferable, enthralling, dominating, blasted kind of man.

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