He laughs, sincerely amused.
“Was it good?”
“It was fantastic. The best fucking I have ever had.”
He may still grin, but I see the glint of pain in his eyes.
“I’m sure you’ve got a lot of pleasure, too,” I mutter.
“Pleasure. Yes. What I had with you? Nope.”
I bring my hand to his chest to push him away, but I can’t do it for some reason.
“It’s useless. We can’t bring those times back. And there is nothing I can feel for you. Not in my body. And damn sure not in my heart.”
“You wanna bet?”
I see the ghost of a smile in his gaze and his sheer determination.
“So what do you plan to do? Fuck me? I just told you it no longer works. I’m dead inside. That train has left the station. I’m rather warming up to my old fuck buddy who’s running a promotion right now and fucks me for free if that’s what you want to know since we’re back at sharing shit about our lives.”
His smile vanishes from his lips.
Finally.
I tilt my head back and laugh in his face.
“What? You thought I’d wait for you? You really thought I was that stupid?”
He looks at me with stormy eyes.
Before I draw another breath, a curse explodes on his lips, and he puts his fist into the wall.
I don’t flinch.
Unfazed, I push his chest away.
To my surprise, he takes a step back and runs his hands through his hair, a dark expression sliding over his face.
“I didn’t ask you to run after me, Jaden.”
I finally square my shoulders, lift my skirt and strut to the door.
His voice stops me in my tracks.
“I told you. You’re not going anywhere.”
I barely turn my head to glance at him when his hand lands on my shoulder, slips under the strap, and tugs.
A long, crying sound spears through the air as my gown splits across my back down to my rear.
He spins me before crashing me into the wall. My clutch lands on the floor.
I let out a cold chuckle.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I ask.
“What I’ve longed for since I left,” he growls in my ear, his voice so dark, it makes my hair bristle.