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Silas eyed me expectantly. He waited.

“I can’t quit you.”

The silence lingered for a moment. Then Silas’s cold tone cut through the brief peace.

“Have you fucked her?”

My gaze skyrocketed away from his. Shock. Embarrassment. Not the response I was expecting from him.

“Jesus, Silas.”

“Have you?” he grounded out. His knuckles were turning white around the glass. “Tell me, Noah.”

“No,” I snapped. “You’re the last person I’ve been with.”

I knew he liked that. I didn’t have to look at him to know he was smiling as he slowly brought the glass up to his mouth. The silence between us was loud. Maybe he was surprised. I couldn’t tell. He had one of his walls up, and I couldn’t read him. My cup was somehow empty again, and damn, I needed a refill. There was no way I’d tell him about our kiss at the car. Not now, and maybe not ever.

Finally, Silas shook his head. “That’s too bad, really. How dare Little Miss Perfect give up on you.”

“Who said she’s done that?” I growled.

Silas chuckled and I scowled. He was messing around. Had to be. I hated the way he laughed when there was nothing funny and how he always seemed to be one step ahead of me. I despised the way it made me feel—unprepared, and just generally lost.

He knew something I didn’t and it was beginning to piss me off.

“Delane hasn’t given up on me,” I stated. “She’s not that kind of person.”

Silas rolled his eyes, a perplexed grin toying at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah? You seem to know a lot about her.” He added in the next part condescendingly, “Are you two dating or something?”

I glowered at him. “And if we were?”

A hasty hand slithered into my lap, only half concealed by the shady lighting in the room. Silas’s face came closer still, daring me to say a word. I tensed, but didn’t react, as to not bring further attention to us.

“That isn’t going to last and you know it,” Silas whispered devilishly.

I eyed his ever confident hand. “What makes you say—”

Silas sprung forward, lips touching mine. I reacted swiftly, grunting and pushing him off. The shock that lingered on my face was not enough to deter him. He took my reaction as a challenge, attempting to kiss me again, his hand charging forward to grab the back of my neck.

“Get off of me!” I hissed, trying my hardest not to cause a scene. It was a public place, and even through the dim lighting and ambiance of the room, heads had already begun to turn. We were situated much too close for my liking. I couldn’t even begin to comprehend what Silas was trying to accomplish by acting this way in public, especially since many people knew who we were.

Silas sat smirking, unfazed by my horror. “Hmm? What’s wrong? Are you embarrassed at our connection?”

My eyes darted from side to side, surveying the damage of who might have seen his brazen display. “You are so full of yourself. I can’t stand your ego.”

That comment got his eyes sparkling. He expressed his amusement with an insidious lick of his lips. “You sure seem to take pleasure in my ego when you’re all tied up?” His hand crept forward, closer to my crotch.

I knocked his seeking touch away. “You were the one all too willing to get down on your knees.”

That was a low blow. I could feel it by the shift in the air. I bit into my tongue, resisting the urge to apologize, because I knew that would only increase Silas’s confidence. I had to let him think that I meant to hurt him. Then maybe, he’d leave me alone.

Silas’s eyes narrowed, but his lips still held a firm, artificial smile. His breath caressed my cheek as he drew closer, and I tensed. His mouth grazed my ear. “And you, so eager to be on your back. My little slut.”

His words sent blood right to my dick, and at the same time, fury to my chest. How the actual fuck was he able to do that to me?

I clenched my glass. “Fuck you,” I snarled, lowly. Just loud enough for him to hear it.

He pulled away, cackling. All anger had been wiped clear from his expression and now he was staring at me with a Cheshire cat-like face. “Oh, I like this game. Where would you like to fuck me?”