Page 67 of Bossy Trouble

“Are you fucking him?”

I jumped at the sudden growl. I’d never seen or heard Donovan that enraged in my entire life. “Excuse me?”

“Lupin.” He spat out. He stayed by the windows, but I took a step back as if he had flung the word at me. “Are you fucking him?”

Trepidation reverberated through me. Kenny told him after all.

Although, he didn’t exactly figure out the real reason I was meeting Lupin. Instead, he thought I was having an affair.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at that.

Guilt and anger rose at the same time, boiling in a cauldron of conflicting emotions.

Is that what he thought?Indignation rolled through me.That I was cheating on him? But I wasn’t the one who was caught at his ex-girlfriend’s house giving her intimate hugs. Or the one who talked to other girls at parties when we were still dating. How dare he accuse me of something like that? I had never cheated on him before.

The fire rising inside me became a full-blown fury. Perhaps it was irrational, but then again, I hadn’t felt rational in months.

Not since I’d walked into his life again.

“Are you kidding me?” I asked, incredulous. “What kind of question is that?”

“It’s the question one asks when your girl is seen meeting with another man,” he snarled. “And not just any other man, but fucking Alexander Lupin.”

“Is it the fact that I was meeting with another man that gets to you or the fact that it was him?”

“Answer the fucking question, Georgia.”

“You have no right to ask me that.” My tone matched his in ferocity. “Not when you’ve also been meeting with your ex behind my back!”

There was a pause at the other side. His expression didn’t change, and he didn’t deny it.

Bastard.

“You're jealous now?” I spat at him. “What a joke. I’m not and have never been your girl. Our agreement was no-strings-attached. Remember? The truth is that I don’t owe you an explanation. I don’t owe you anything. I can meet with and fuck whoever I want.”

There was a beat before Donovan began stalking toward me. I didn’t step back this time. The thing was, I wasn’t scared of him, not anymore. I’d seen already seen the deepest, nastiest side of him. I could handle him.

But he should have made sure he could also handle me.

Because the shark was about to meet my tiger. He wanted fire? He wanted to see what I was made of?

I would show him.

“Repeat that,” he demanded when we were nearly nose to nose. “Say that again and see where it gets you.”

The challenge in his voice lit a fire in me that wrapped all the way around. I cocked my chin. “I said, ‘I don’t owe you anything. I’m not your girl. And I’m not yours.’”

At the last word, his lips slammed onto mine.

Furious anger turned into a wave of arousal that overwhelmed me, washing me into the ocean with no hesitation. I couldn’t think, could barely breathe as Donovan ravaged my mouth. He was all over me, his scent all around me. I inhaled Donovan and exhaled Donovan. His hands went around my waist, dragging me toward his body as he sucked at my lips bruisingly hard. But I didn’t care. I wanted this from him. Anger had turned to lust, and I wanted him with the same ferocious need that I loathed.

I hated him. I wanted him. It was all so confusing.

My hands went to his hair, pulling him closer. I probably pulled harder than I should have, and he groaned at the bite of pain. His lips went down to my neck, and his hands fumbled with the front of my slacks.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his lips brutal as his breath trailed my neck. “You’re fucking mine.”

“I’m not.” I wasn’t sure if I was trying to argue with him or with myself. “I’m not.”

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