Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Instead of asking that, I throw out, “Is this how it is with all your clients?”
“Do not question my integrity.”
“Integrity? Weren’t thinking about that when you slept with Dart?” Her eyes go dark, her pupils blowing out as her face flushes red with anger. “You were just ‘working on him,’ then you two went out for drinks, and bam, you fucked him.”
She slaps me. Right across the face. One would think that would force me in line. Make me think before I speak.
It doesn’t.
My face burns where she hit me. Both of us are breathing hard, our eyes wild as they lock on each other, and the room is so thick with tension, it’s suffocating. We’ve also drawn a crowd, everyone watching, and I don’t miss the way Owen shoots me a “Shut the hell up” look.
“It was a mistake, and you know that. I have not touched anyone else ever. And especially not at work.”
I forgave her. I did. So why am I bringing that up?
“Orlov, I swear, it wasn’t what it looked like,” Drouin tries once more, but neither of us pays him any mind. “Let’s just take a breath.”
I shake my head. I heard her, and as much as I want to believe she hasn’t been with anyone else on the team, how do I know? The only reason I found out about Dart was because he told me. My eyes narrow as my heart shatters in my chest at the thought of other men touching her. Hearing her screams, tasting her mouth, and feeling her strangle their dicks with her beautiful pussy. All that is mine. She’s mine. The thought of anyone experiencing what is mine has me ragey.
I swear I see red as I sneer, “How do I know that? Was it a mistake because you got caught?”
“Caught?” she snaps. “We weren’t together. I could fuck whoever I wanted.”
“I see you still can, huh?” Her mouth drops open. I’ll give her credit; she recovers quickly, but all I can hear is the roar of my blood in my ears. I need to calm down. I’m being a fucking asshole, but I can’t help it. Between my leg and my heart feeling like it’s breaking from seeing her with him, I don’t know how to shut up. “How many guys have you slept with from the team that I don’t know about?”
“What the hell, Thatcher?” Tears well in her eyes. “Is that what you really think? That I’m just whoring myself around?”
“If the shoe fits.”
She looks away, shaking her head. “I can’t believe you right now.”
“Am I wrong?” I snap. “You fucked our friend, and now you’re making moves on this asshole.”
Jessie might say something, but I don’t think either of us hears him. Her eyes meet mine, and they’re swimming in tears. “No moves were made, Thatcher. None.”
“What I saw tells me differently.”
She throws her hands up. “I don’t even know why you care. You didn’t make a move until last night. Why does it matter what I did before then?”
“Because…” My words fade away before I put even more of myself out there. “I gave you everything last night,” I say, my voice horse. “And this is how I find you?”
“Yes, working. And gave me what? Dick? Apparently that’s all I’m good for, huh?”
She’s shutting down. I can see it all over her face. “I guess so.”
“I can’t believe you.”
I run my hands down my face, not even believing myself, really. With a groan, I say, “I fucked you without a condom. I better not come up with something.”
“Get fucked. You know I’m clean,” she sneers at me, and a tear spills over. It cuts me deep as I watch her shake her head. “Thatty, it isn’t—”
I don’t want to hear my nickname on her lips. I don’t want to hear anything from her. How dare she? I know we didn’t hash things out, but I gave her my whole-ass soul last night. Out of my mind with jealousy and fury, I snap, “And your ass better not get pregnant. If so, you better have proof it’s mine since you love to whore yourself around to the whole fucking team. I’ll need cold hard evidence it’s mine.”
“Oh, trust and believe, that’ll never happen,” she shoots back, grabbing her backpack. “You’ll never see me again.”
“I’m sure I will—with a teammate or two.”
Another tear falls. Our eyes lock, and I feel smaller than ever. I lean on the table, trying to take some weight off my knee. My chest is tight, and I’m vibrating with not only anger but also pain.
She steps up to me, the toe of her sneakers brushing mine. “There is only one person I’ve ever wanted, and it’s you. But now that I know what you really think of me, I have only one thing to say to you—”