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She always wants more.
His gaze shifts. I don’t know what he sees, but it makes the hate burn. “Been too busy fucking Mr. Boring, have you?”
She laughs, slaps a hand on her mouth as a reluctant grin comes to me. ThatentendreI made. When she stole the wallet.
“What?” he asks. “That boring?”
“You’ve no idea,” she says. Then she shrugs. “Private joke. What I do with Hendrick, isn’t your business.”
He glances at her wrists, at the marks left from the cuffs. “Fucker.”
“Really?” she asks.
He points the finger again, silver catching the light. “He marked you.”
“You left me black and blue.”
“Baby, you fucking loved it.”
She flinches. Cat did. He’s not wrong. She liked what I did to her. What he did. She fucking loves it rough. Except, perhaps, when he went too far.
We had a word, and he—hurt her. If it was a coldly deliberate act, I’ll kill him.
“Jac, I returned your money. I’m not interested in you or your games. Go home. There’s a reason I don’t call you back.”
“Which is?” he asks.
“I don’t want to.”
Suddenly, he saunters past her, a swagger in his step, his suit is fine chocolate with caramel and black small windowpane checks. And his shirt is lavender. His tie a caramel bronze.
The asshole dressed up, and I know if I put my hand between her thighs, she’d be wet. Just like she is with me.
“That’s fucking bullshit,” he says, most definitely not reading the room.
He’s reading the parts he wants to, ignoring the rest.
“We’ll fuck, I’ll let you blow me,” he says, “and we’ll call it even.”
Actually, I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing. Jac can be crude. He can be cruel. He likes to manipulate and humiliate. But this is different. It’s like he’s pushing everything to see what happens.
Or maybe he’s so furious she hasn’t contacted him that he’s pushing.
Money’s on the latter.
And me? Fuck, I’m…angry, jealous, confused.
I’m not given to jealousy. There’s been only one woman I got jealous over and that was ten years ago. This…I’m aware of the effect he has on women. It’s up there with mine. Only difference is I’m very choosy.
Jac is…Jac.
But he also wants her, and I’m beginning to think it’s not because of me. Not really.
There’s desperation there, somewhere.
“I’m not doing that, Jac. It’s a hard fucking no,” she says. “Got it? I’m saying no.”
He stalks up, and she grabs something from the side table. He goes to dominate her, like he thinks her words are a game, and then I see what she grabbed. Right as she slams the barrel into his gut.
