Page 72 of My Shameless Angel

Kira Clark, you just made the worst enemy in my face. No one will talk like that to my girl. Not one worthless soul.

Oh, hell, I’m losing it, aren’t I? Screw it. If being with the most amazing girl in the world will make me go crazy, then so be it.

She wants to be rude to Lexi; I’ll show her real rude.

“Are you compensating for something with that tongue of yours?” Kira’s eyes snap to mine. “Perhaps for the fact that there are no volunteers to haveyourpretty face wrapped around them? Hmm, I bet there’s a smoking body beneath that coat, begging for someone to fuck the shit out of it,” I say with thedirtiest tone I can manage. I feel Lexi go pale and slightly shaky after my comment. Shit, is she mad or irritated, or jealous?

I didn’t think this through very well. Rage and colors of red were swarming my mind at the moment, and this is how I fought back.

Kira lifts her eyes up from her phone for a second and narrows them at me. That’s right, your own medicine doesn’t taste that good now, does it?

“You can bet all you want. Hell, lose all your money for all I care. But keep your paws off me,” she tells me.

“Or what?” I know I just kissed my damn interview goodbye but ask me if I care.

“Test me…” the look in Kira’s eyes says anything but friendly. “I don’t think I like your magazine very much,” she says, getting up from the seat she just sat in a few minutes ago. “Nothing good can come from a place run by a narcissistic idiot and his bimbo.” Without another glance, she moves toward the door, but there is no way I’ll let her leave without having the last word.

“That’s rich coming from a heartless bitch.” I don’t miss the way her shoulders tense up. Huh, I hit a nerve, after all.

She walks out, and that second, my own little hell breaks loose on me.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” Lexi yells loud enough for the whole building to hear. She is seething with unrestrained rage directed at me. I’ve never seen this side of her, and maybe I’m totally fucked in the head but damn it, it made me hard.

Also, knowing how she woke up this morning and how many orgasms I gave her does nothing to help with the growing erection.

“She’s disrespectful. I don’t want to give any spotlight to people like that.”

“She was perfectly fine!”

“No, she wasn’t.”

“You are just pissed because she turned you down, aren’t you?” Lexi asks, and her tone is now laced with jealousy on top of anger. Fucking great.

I try to pull her chair toward mine, but she jumps out faster. “Lexi!” I growl, but she is not hearing me, storming out of the conference room like her ass is on fire.

How the hell did it get here? I was trying to stand up for her, and it backfired. Fucking phenomenal.

The rest of the day, she gives me the silent treatment, and I’m one second away from snapping whenever she’s nearby, but I don’t.

I remember her rules; no one can know about us. Whatever the fuckusis at the moment.

Maybe this is for the best. Maybe I needed this stupid argument, this fight to bring my feet back on the ground since my head was swimming in the fairytale land for way too long. I started conjuring and entertaining ideas of an actual relationship when I had no business having one.

Maybe this is it. Perhaps it’s time to cut this arrangement and save me before it gets too far. I should schedule a few appointments with my regular pleasure-givers to bring me back into my usual habitat, but just the idea of touching another woman or having her touch me makes me sick.

Damn it…

Around six PM, my phone dings with an incoming text.

Kate:Hey, Landon, this is Kate. I can’t reach Lexi for some reason, and I just wanted to make sure our plans for the evening are still on.

Oh shit, it totally slipped my mind. I wanted to take everyone out tonight.

Landon:Hey, yes, it’s still on. I’ll send you the location. We will see you there at nine. Does that work?

Kate:Yes, perfect. And can you please tell my ex-best friend to return the calls she has been ignoring?

I sigh; not only yours, Kate, not only yours. But I type out,

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