Page 154 of Broken Lines

He falters back, almost knocking one of the kitchen stools over.

“Jack—”

“I’ve been drinking since before you were born, Melody,” he grunts.

Which is exactly what’s worrying to me.

“I’m fine.”

I nod quietly.

“Okay, just…thought I’d mention it.”

“You always do,” he mutters to himself as he turns to sink onto his stool.

“The hell does that mean?”

His eyes roll as he looks up at me.

“Look, Mel, I know you mean well. But I don’t need a fucking nanny.”

“Oh, no?” I smile thinly at him. “So, the last four or five loads of laundry just sort of did themselves? The last two weeks of meals just cooked themselves? The last—”

“No one asked you to do any of that.”

“No one wasgoingto do any of that, either!” I snap back.

His face darkens. He reaches for the bottle, and when my eyes dart to it, he sighs heavily.

“Care for a drink, Mel?” He mutters sarcastically.

“No, I think you’re managing just fine for the both of us.”

“What the fuck crawled up your ass today?”

My eyes go livid.

“Go to hell, Jackson.”

“No, I’m honestly curious. Because ifanything’sgoing up that ass, it’s my cock.”

I hate how much the crudeness of his words turns me on. I hate how I literally imagine that sinful scenario happening right here and right now, even if I’m mad at him—him pinning me against the counter and bending me over it. Shoving my jeans and panties down or the latter just to the side.

The feel of his thick cock pushing against my most intimate, forbidden place before sinking into me, making me choke and moan as he fucks me like an animal.

But I strangle that fantasy, putting my walls back up as I glare at him.

“Believe me that is not happening anytime soon.”

“You don’t seem like the kind of girl who could take that anyway.”

Every single insecurity and green-tinged jealousy of his life from before me comes roaring out of the shadows.

“Fuck you,” I spit.

He grins.

“Oh, am I wrong?”

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