He folds his arms across his chest and leans against the door, a slow smile spreading across his lips.
“I live here. Remember?”
His eyes size me up rapaciously, darkness flashing through his gaze.
This is so familiar to me and still makes my hair bristle.
The past comes to me fast, making me crumble, but I quickly recover and recollect myself, the new reality helping me to do just that.
I’m no longer an innocent girl. I’m a grown-up woman, and he holds no power over me.
I take a couple of steps toward the door.
He doesn’t show the slightest intention to move out of my way, his eyes drifting over me, brazenly undressing me.
Even now, after all these years, I can still read him and tell he’s ready to lunge at me.
He hasn’t changed. Which begs the question. How many more women has he secretly fucked in this house since?
I stop in front of him, gripping my hips.
“You’re not that stupid, are you?” I throw at him.
He cocks his head to the side and gives me a mischievous grin.
“We haven’t had the chance to be alone in a room for years. Didn’t you miss me?” he asks.
“No. Not a fucking bit. You must be delusional if you think it has ever crossed my mind.”
“Am I?”
He unfolds his arms and shoves his hands into his pockets.
“This is my parents’ home. Your wife is out there,” I say.
“It didn’t stop us before, did it?” he says, amused. “Who would believe you, anyway? They didn’t buy your story back when you were an angel. Why would they buy it now? Plus, you’ll get married soon.”
“So what?”
“You wouldn’t want him to know about us. Is he that fucking writer?”
“He’s none of your business.”
He smirks.
“You shouldn’t talk to me like that. You know it turns me on,” he says, brushing his pants and touching the ridge of his thick cock.
“You’re sick.”
“And so are you. I’ve never seen pussy coming around my cock as fast as yours, darling.”
He takes a step toward me.
I stiffen.
“Come on, for old times’ sake... You have no idea how many times I jerked off at the memory of your pussy stretched around my dick.”
He closes the gap between us, and I leap to the side just as he lunges at me. I escape his grasp, his nails scratching my skin, but he catches me as I try to swing the door open and dash outside.