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I close the door a little to shield myself. He is angry. His voice is booming.
“I’m not—” He takes a breath, relaxing his posture and voice, though his expression remains tense. “I’m not angry. But why would you ask that? Did I scare you or make you uncomfortable? I know I’m a giant, but fuck, why would you think I’d hurt a woman like that?”
The worried, unsettled tone in his voice makes me ease the door open again.
With firm words, he says, “No. I’ve never choked a woman nor laid my hands on a woman. Period. What sick bastard does that during sex?”
“Porn isn’t real life.”
I toe the carpet. I know it’s not real life, but neither are Disney movies. Yet, some people do have two parents, stable homes, rich social circles, and easily solvable problems. And some people choke each other during sex. I just saw it.
He takes a cautious step forward and softens his voice. “Is everything okay?”
I nod.
With a frown, like I shouldn’t be thinking about Troy, he says, “No. He’s still out at a party.”
Still. What would Brody do if he knew Troy came home to fuck Candy and then split?
He takes another cautious step closer. I don’t mind. I like being close to him right now. His warmth soothes my skin and my knotted stomach. How could I think those bad thoughts about him? He’s been nothing except respectful and kind.
“Did Troy do something to—”
I’m quick to shake my head. I don’t want to cause problems. I’ve done that too much in my life. Brody and Amber need Troy’s money because of me, so I won’t get him in trouble, no matter how sick the man makes me feel.
I wrap my arms around Brody’s neck. He doesn’t hesitate to return the hug, holding me tight. So tight. I love it. I’m enveloped and squeezed and safe.
Safe.
How silly I was to doubt Brody. I trust him.
His heated breath warms my ear. “I would never hurt you, Paige. Never.”
The desire to kiss him is a buzzing on my lips, but I won’t. Brody scares easily, and I’m not good at kissing. It’s weird that I even want to.
I break the hug and then walk to the kitchen to grab a burger. Brody follows. Before returning to my room, I say,
He’s studies me with concerned eyes. “Of course,” he says. “You’re free to do what you want.”
I go to my room and close the door before smiling. Free to do what I want. I like that. I bite into the burger, more interested in eating now that my body is steady and calm.
I’ve confirmed that Brody is attracted to me. I’ve confirmed that I can trust him. And I’ve been taking things slow to show him my interest and that I respect his pace. I offer quick pecks on the cheek when I can and lots of appreciation because I do appreciate what he does. I greet him when he comes home and make dinners so I’m not a complete moocher. I also ask about his day, which he seems to like. From my calculations, I’m doing everything right.
Time to move things to the next level.
Chapter Eight
Brody
CARLITA AND MIGUEL ARE DOUBLED over, laughing hysterically next to the treadmills. Laughing at me and the stories I shared about this past week. I’m currently in a personal hell, and the demon in charge of torturing me is Paige.
For the past five days, every moment we have a minute alone in the house, she has pressed herself against me to touch my chest or rub my thighs. Or she shows up naked. Butt naked. Then she acts like being a nudist in my house is completely normal. I learned her pussy is shaved. Now I can’t stop picturing her fucking sexy naked body and popping random boners.
I adjust the weights on the leg press. “It’s not funny,” I mumble, glancing around the gym to make sure no one is eavesdropping.
Miguel wipes his eye. “Hitting your hard dick on a door jamb while you run away from a naked woman is pretty damn funny.” He mimics me, doubled over in pain, grabbing my dick.
