Page 88 of Heartbreaker

“I may or may not have been pushing things along, trying to speed up the process.” My heart pounds, and even though anger races through me, I give him a coy smile and widen my eyes.

“How?”

“Little things. That drug test press leak?” I drop my jaw, and he grins.

“That was you?” He nods, and I put a hand over my mouth to pretend to giggle. “That’s devious! He was so mad.” I bite my lip, as if I’m thoroughly enjoying this. “What else?”

“I had someone steal his clothes before that press conference.”

“No!” I say, slapping his shoulder, playing into it. “Oh, you’re so bad!”

“You want bad?” he asks, and I bite back a grossed-out grimace, instead nodding. “I set it up so he’d sleep with the wife of one of our biggest sponsors.” The shock is genuine now, because while I assumed as much, hearing the confession is another thing altogether. He continues, oblivious to the hole he’s digging. “She’s an old friend of mine. I took her out to a party and made sure she and Rome hit it off. I made sure I got plenty of pictures of them leaving together, then leaked them the next morning. Finally got rid of him from the circuit.”

“Holy shit,” Demi murmurs, and I sit up, out of Levi’s space.

“Did you get that?” I ask.

“Yes,” Demi confirms.

“Get what?” Levi asks, confused.

“Tell me, Levi, was it your idea or Mel’s to swap the gasoline out for Rome’s truck?” His entire body goes still. “I figure I’ll give you a chance to speak your peace now, since I’m sure Mel will have her own story.”

“What… What are you talking about?” he asks, face white.

“What about the harness? Who did that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, sitting back and crossing his arms on his chest.

“Oh, but you just said you were so bad, helping to push Rome’s removal from Indy along. What, you don’t want to take claim for all of the shit you did?” For a moment, I think he’s going to continue to argue with me, but then he crosses his arms on his chest, leans back, and gives me a shit-eating cocky grin.

“Who cares. No one is going to believe a dumb bitch like you. You’re a nobody. Even Rome knew it, it seems.”

“Hmm,” I say, shrugging, then reaching up to pull out my earpiece and show it to him. “Well, I bet this is going to go a long way in clearing things up.” The color leaves his face. “I might be a nobody, but I’m sure as fuck somebody when I have a recording of you admitting to sabotaging Rome.” His jaw drops.

“I didn’t…” he starts, but must realize he’s backed into a corner.

“You really did a bang-up job at helping me show everyone who you really are, Levi,” I say, an echo of what he told Rome at the Indy race.

I jump a bit when a hand comes to rest on my lower back, though it eases when I look over my shoulder to see Rome.

“You’ve been sitting on that one, haven’t you?” he asks, and I grin up at him.

“Yeah.”

“What the hell is this shit?” Levi asks, his face a mix of confusion and panic as he looks around the restaurant.

“This is the downfall you brought upon yourself, Levi. Payback’s a bitch, and so am I,” I say, standing up, eager to get away from this asshole.

With my parting words, Rome lets out a loud laugh, and even though I would give good money to see Levi’s face as Kevin walks in, the look of pure joy on Rome’s face is worth missing it.

FORTY-ONE

I’m sure everyone in the hallway can hear everything, but right now I don’t give a fuck, not as Rome slams into me deep, my back against the heavy door. My skirt is hiked around my waist, and his pants are down just enough to get his cock out, and for the first time in days, I feel whole.

“You are so fucking hot,” he groans into my neck. “So hot. So fucking sexy. So fucking talented. So smart.” Each thrust is a new compliment, his head buried in my neck as he fucks me. My hands are tangled in his hair, holding on as if my life depends on it. “So fucking mine.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant. “Yours. Fuck, I’m yours, Rome.” The pleasure builds with each thrust, my clit brushing against his pelvis, and when one of his hands tilts my hips so he can get deeper and glide along my g-spot, I gasp.