“You’re okay, Mike?” the blue-eyed one moans.
I stare at her for a second but look away fast. I can’t stand looking at her face or anyone else’s now. “Flip over.”
She does as she’s told, and I fuck her doggy-style, my eyes locked on Maggie now bouncing on that pig.
It hurts. A hundred times more than I’ve imagined.
She’s a free woman, and I have no claim on her whatsoever. Still, it hurts.
Unable to watch this shit without envisioning killing someone, I tell that model to move so we’ll be facing the other side.
Quickly, I thrust out all my rage inside her pussy until she screams with pleasure. Then I do it again with the other model, the hazel eyes haunting me without mercy.
12. MAGGIE
Why am I so scared of love?
I can write a book about the answer to that question alone.
Before you ask me that, have you met my mother?
When you do, when you get to know Andrea, the real one, the narcissistic sociopath underneath all her glamor, you’ll know I’m not scared of love. I’m desperate to be loved, but the bottom line is I’ve been taught I’m not worthy of it.
And I’ve never met a guy who’s tried to teach me otherwise. To protect me even from myself. To give me that sense of security I crave.
To believe in me.
Except one.
But he sees me as a child, and he is having a threesome right there on that fucking couch.
I put my top back on. The panties are no good, so I smooth my skirt and get off Viktor’s lap.
“If you love him this much, why don’t you tell him?” His voice is steady, but his wounded gaze betrays him.
Should I lie again? The vodka, the weed and the sex make me too tired to even care about hiding my secret. “Because I know he doesn’t see me like that, and he’s my best friend. I don’t wanna ruin everything.”
“I bet you’re just scared that he might be in love with you, too. Because then you’ll have no excuse and won’t be able to run.”
“What the…” I wave a dismissing hand. “I’m going to the bathroom.”
“Just do it, Maggie. Take control and tell him. I know you want him so much. If he’s really your best friend, he won’t throw it all away just because you’re being honest with him.”
“Why are you doing this? What if he…”
“Says he loves you back? So be it. I love you this much to want to see you happy even if it’s not with me. But if he doesn’t, you’ll finally put the whole thing behind you, and I might have an actual chance with you.”
My breath catches, and I’m way too high to think straight right now, but all of a sudden I find the idea appealing.
“You’re not going to lose anything. Even if he’s shocked or upset, you can always blame it on the weed or say you were joking,” he continues.
“You’re playing with my head. Just like with that song.”
“I’m not. I really want you to be happy, Maggie.”
My stare travels to Mike’s…ass. Yeah, he’s giving me his ass now. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before in his movies, but damn. He’s so fucking hot. Not what I need at that moment when I’m so desperately fighting not to pour my heart out to him.
What if I tell Mike everything and know the truth once and for all? What if Viktor is right, and I won’t lose anything?
