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“You mean, before I fuck him tonight?”
“You’re not fucking him. Ever.”
“Why are you acting so jealous, Hayden?”
“Let me finish talking.” His voice was terse.
“After you stop acting jealous.”
“I’m not acting.”
Silence.
“Your boyfriend is a con artist,” he said. “He’s pretty much Jay Gatsby on steroids, and he’s been cheating on you this entire time.”
I crossed my arms, saying nothing.
“He has a different woman in six different cities, and that doesn’t include you.” He looked into my eyes. “As for his place on the Forbes 500? He paid for a journalist friend to place his name on the website for a day and he took a screenshot before the editor in chief corrected it.”
“How do you know all of this, Hayden?”
“That Ferrari that he’s been driving you around in for weeks is a rental and he hasn’t made the payments in two months.”
“How do you know all of this?” I repeated, my voice cracking.
He still didn’t answer that question. “I think you should break up with him. The sooner, the better.”
“You haven’t talked to me in weeks, and now you’re asking me to dump my boyfriend?”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice deadpan. “I wanted to tell you sooner, but you wouldn’t have believed me,” he said. “And you know it.”
“I don’t believe you now.” I shrugged. “Two weeks ago, you said that he was your favorite out of all my boyfriends.”
“I have never said that about any of your boyfriends.”
“You implied it. You also implied that you’d be there for me, but you seem to have dropped the ball on that one lately.”
“I stalked your boyfriend every day for weeks, okay?” He glared at me. “And I had Sarah do some advanced digging. That’s where the fuck I’ve been. Looking out for you.”
I swallowed. “You know what? I regret ever asking for your help on this.”
“I don’t regret giving it to you,” he said, moving closer. “The next thing you need to do is break up with him and start dating the better guy.”
“Oh?” I glared at him. “So, while you were out galvanizing and stalking Simon, you also managed to find me a replacement boyfriend? How generous. Will he be arriving to this gala anytime soon?”
“He’s standing right in front of you.” He hissed. “And I want you to break up with him, for me.”
Silence.
I blinked a few times, and he took a few more steps forward.
“I fucking want you, Penelope,” he said. “You belong with me.”
Tension hung in the air; neither of us said a word.
The music from downstairs suddenly sounded at a much higher volume, pulsating so loudly that the floors and walls began to shake.
I stepped back, my heart racing a mile a minute, my mind spinning in a million different directions.
Hayden closed the gap between us, and then he pressed his hands on the wall above me.
Trapping my body between his legs, he looked deep into my eyes, his irises a mix of longing and lust. “You should leave this room now if you don’t believe that I want you.”
His eyes remained locked on mine, and the suffocating tension in this room was begging to be addressed.
I slid my hand against the doorknob to my left and pressed the lock button.
“I’ll take that as your answer,” he said, tilting my chin up with his fingertips. He pressed his mouth against mine—kissing me deeply and thoroughly.
“Ahhhh.” I moaned at the feel of his tongue controlling mine.
He slid his hand under the thigh-high slit of my dress and tugged at my panties.
I expected him to tear them off like he did at the yacht party, but he suddenly stopped and pulled away from my mouth.
“Turn around to face the mirror,” he said. “I want to look at you while we fuck.”
I slowly turned to my right, and he gripped me from behind.
His gaze met mine in the full-length mirror, and he made me watch as he slowly pushed my panties down to the marble floor.
Stuffing them inside his pocket, he moved behind me again and bit my ear.
“Grab the sink for me.”
I obeyed, grabbing it tightly and watching as he bit my neck and pushed up my dress.
He unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock. Without saying a word, he pressed the thick tip of it against my pussy.
My eyes widened, and he let out a low laugh as he slowly—oh, so slowly, slid into me.
Oh. My. God.
“Ohhh …” I cried out as I adjusted to his length and his thickness, as he took his time positioning himself just right behind me.
“Does it feel good?” he asked when he was only halfway inside of me.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He slid the rest of himself into me all at once, making me cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Ohh god …” I kept my eyes on his in the mirror, loving the way he felt deep inside of me. Loving the way he groaned behind me as he owned my body with his.
