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17
WREN
I stormed into my father’s office, ready to be done with this nonsense. “I want them gone.”
My father looked up from his desk, pulling off his reading glasses. “What did they do?”
“We were in a car accident.”
Leaning back in his chair, my father looked at me curiously. “I know. I was filled in. Are you alright?”
“Of course, I am.” I was frustrated, but he didn’t seem to notice that. I was beginning to see he didn’t notice a lot. “But it wouldn’t have happened if they weren’t so damn paranoid. Tell them to leave. There’s no point in having them around.”
“Wren, you were attacked not even a week ago.”
“I’m well aware, and I took care of the situation.”
“At the time. What if it happened again? You know I only care about you and keeping you safe.”
That wasn’t all this was about. He said it himself when we spoke. He saw this as an opportunity, which normally, I would be okay with. But since I had slept with Brock, he was acting even more like some Neanderthal than when he first arrived and hauled me out of my chair in front of the entire restaurant. There was only so much I could take.
“It’s time to put a stop to this. I’m serious. I don’t want to deal with them any longer.”
“Alright. I’ll talk with them and put it to an end after the next gala.”
“That’s two weeks away!”
“And once that’s through, I’ll remove them. This isn’t up for discussion, Wren.”
He slid his glasses back on his face and went back to work, effectively shutting me out. Anger surged inside me and I spun on my heel, storming out of his office. I was about to go to my room and ignore everyone the rest of the night, but I had to pass Brock in order to do that. And who happened to walk into my line of sight just as I was storming down the hall?
I hated his handsome smile and the scruff on his jaw. I hated the tattoos that covered his body and the way his muscles bulged, tempting me to do things I knew weren’t going to help my situation. But most of all, I hated that I was attracted to him.
He zeroed in on me as I approached him, and just when he opened his mouth to make some smart-ass remark, I slapped him across the face. It was totally unlike me and completely unladylike, but I wasn’t feeling anything but pure anger at the moment.
My hand tingled, along with other parts of my body as I lowered my hand. His palm slowly rubbed the side of his face as turned to face me once again. And that’s when I lost it. I threw myself at him, shoving him against the wall as I kissed him hard, running my fingers through his hair with wanton abandon.
I didn’t care if anyone was watching or what they could think. I was pissed and I was taking it out on the man who caused all these feelings to erupt inside me. His hands snaked around my waist, but I grabbed them and shoved them over his head, slamming them against the wall.
“I’m so angry at you,” I snapped, biting his lower lip and pulling it into my mouth.
“I can see that.” His words were breathless as he struggled against me. It was all for show. If he wanted to move me, he would.
“You should be gone. I don’t need someone like you in my life.”
As if I flipped a switch, he tore his hands out of mine and grabbed my hips, spinning me around. My back hit the wall with a bruising force, but before I could complain, his hand was grabbing my leg, hoisting it around his hip. My body moved of its own accord, rocking against his hips in search of release.
“Is that why you slapped me?” he growled, his lips latching onto my neck and sucking hard. “Did you think if you hit me, you’d push me away?”
I gasped as his tongue slid down my neck, latching onto my breast. He bit through my shirt, tugging at my nipple. Electricity shot through my body and I rocked harder against him, chasing desire, need, and the reckless charge only he could provide.
Before I could answer, he tugged me away from the wall and stormed down the hall to my bedroom. The door was kicked shut as he walked over to my bed and tossed me down. Then he was over me, covering my body with his large frame as his lips devoured me. It was wrong and forbidden, but I couldn’t stop. I needed to feel him inside me one last time. Then, I would end it.
The moment his lips left mine, sanity returned. I pushed at his chest but didn’t get far. His thick hands grabbed my shirt, tearing it down the center. I gasped, staring at him in shock.
“Fucking beautiful,” he rumbled, leaning over to take my breast into his mouth.
Anger forgotten, I threaded my fingers through his hair and let my eyes slip closed as I relished the feel of his lips on my body. My fingers worked of their own accord, slipping down his muscular chest to the belt holding his pants closed. In seconds, I rid him of the belt and opened his pants, wrapping my hand around his thick length.
