Page 74 of Worth Loving You

“You tell Milo what happened in that subway, we’re both dead.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

His lips on my ear, an arm linked across my stomach, his hand under my jacket to squeeze a breast. I grimaced, hating that I was aroused at his touch.

“You didn’t stop me, either, did you, kitten? My cum is on the crotch of your jeans. Christ, my dick felt good between your thighs. Did you like it? You rubbed your ass to me like you liked it. I promise it’ll feel so much better when I fuck that pussy.”

“Stop it.” Getting a burst of strength, I elbowed him and staggered out of his grip. “You’re lying about everything. You’ve hated me since you laid eyes on me, and you’re trying to destroy what me and Milo have. I won’t let you,” I wept, shaking my head adamantly. “I’m telling Milo and you’re fired.”

A slow, wicked grin curled his features. Lifting his brows, he fanned his hands out and pursed his lips. “Fine. Let’s go. We’ll both tell him. I will admit what I did. I have a feeling you’re about to break your own damn heart, kitten.”

He held his arm out, indicating I should walk. Heaving to my erratic breaths, my heart bruised my ribs, my tears mixed with the rain cascading around us.

“You’re the one who is going to be sorry,” I whispered.

But something in my soul was warning to do anything but go home and confront Milo.

Chapter 28

Chastity Monroe

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“Shut up. Just shut up. Don’t speak to me ever again.”

“Look, Chazzy, let’s go downstairs, get a cup of coffee and take a breath. We’re home early—”

“I don’t care. I will call him, and he will come over and we will settle this. And you!” I hissed with a loathsome glare over my shoulder. “Are out of here. Don’t ever come back. I never want to see your face again.”

His hand slapped over mine on the doorknob, his lids closed. “I’m going to ask you one more time not to go in there. Everything aside, please…don’t.”

I snickered, hatred fueling my adrenaline. He was fucked and was trying to prolong the inevitable. “I knew you were lying. You son of a bitch. I knew it! You know you’re screwed. Well, tough shit. I’m about to blow your bullshit out the water and when I do, you can take your hateful, judgmental ass and get the hell out of my life forever.”

“Chazzy—”

I turned the knob, opened the door, and turned to stone. Needles prickled over every inch of my body, my veins turning to ice. A knife in my chest twisted my heart, slicing it into a million pieces. Hot tears sprung forth, feeling like shards of glass cutting my eyes.

“Shit,” Wyatt grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “C’mon, let’s go—”

I flung my hand up to silence him, dropping my backpack to the foyer, following the sounds of bodies smacking together, moaning and groaning echoing in the air.

“Oh, oh, fuck me, Daddy, fuck this pussy. Yes, mm!” Jennifer shrieked.

Jennifer? Sweet, gentle spoken Jennifer speaking such vulgarities?

Milo grunted, the distinct sound of a palm slapping flesh ringing through the air. “Tell me what you want, bitch. Tell Daddy where you want my cum.”

“Mm, oh, shit. Harder, harder!”

No longer capable of breathing, I floated down the hallway, my heart lodged in my throat, my jaw dragging on the floor as I watched my best friend and boyfriend fucking against the column in the corner of the living room.

“Cum in my pussy, Daddy.”

He threw his head back, his shaggy blond hair soaked with sweat. His hands on her tiny hips, his ass cheeks flexed and dimpled with each thrust.

“Yeah, ready? You ready, bitch?”

“Mm! Milo!”