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“No last name,” I grunt. I’m fucking pissed that I don’t know who the fuck I need to kill yet.
I hear the bell on the lift ping, and groan when I look at the screen on the wall showing me who just arrived. Fucking Whitney.
I listen for the sound of her heels clicking against the marble floors as she makes her way through the apartment to the kitchen.
She stops short when she sees me and Sam. “Josh, I heard you were back in town.” She plasters on what is supposed to be a seductive smile. All it’s doing is making my cock, which was hard minutes ago, fucking limp—and to think, I used to fuck this bitch.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Whitney?” I growl.
“I came to see you, silly. I thought we could have some fun.” She places her hand on my chest. Sam chokes on his mouthful of food as he tries not to laugh.
“Yeah, well, you thought wrong. Leave,” I tell her, removing her hand from my chest.
“Come on, Josh, you know I’ll make you feel good.” Her hand runs up my thigh and begins to rub my cock. I’m wondering what I ever fucking saw attractive about her when Sam coughs loudly, gaining my attention. I look at him and he nods behind me.
I don’t even have to look to know who’s there. Emily. And she’s watching another woman rub her hands all over me right now. Fuck. I push Whitney off me as I jump up and turn to Emily, except she’s already walking back down towards the bedroom.
Following, I get to the room just as she’s turning to walk back out, only now she’s holding a gun in her hands. My gun. The sight of Emmy pointing a gun at me should not turn me the fuck on right now, but it fucking does.
I make no attempt to hide the fact that I have to readjust my cock, my boner standing tall and proud. The disgusted look that crosses over Emmy’s face tells me she’s less than impressed.
“Move out of my way, Josh,” she says as she points the gun right at my chest. Her hands are frighteningly steady.
“You’ll have to shoot me if you think I’m going to let you walk out of here.” I fold my arms over my chest and stand in the doorway.
Emily tilts her head and stares at me. Fuck, I think she’s actually contemplating fucking shooting me.
“Why? It’s obvious you don’t need me here. Not even an hour after you’ve used every inch of my body, you have one of your whores at your beck and call. The bed’s not even fucking cold yet, Joshua!” she screams. I can’t help but smile at her jealousy. Fucking finally, she’s letting her feelings for me show.
“What the fuck are you smiling at?” she asks.
“You’re jealous. But I’ve told you before. You don’t need to be, Emmy. Nobody will ever measure up to you. I didn’t invite her here. I told her to leave. You can ask Sam if you don’t believe me,” I offer.
“You asked her to leave, yet she was still standing there rubbing you up and down to the point that you’re now in front of me with a fucking hard-on.” She points the gun in the direction of my cock.
Okay, that’s a little much. “Babe, if you’re going to shoot me, then do it anywhere other than there. Please,” I practically beg. “I told her to leave. This.” I point to my hard-on. “…is because of you. You standing here pointing a gun at me is hot as hell.”
“You’re demented,” she huffs like it’s not old news. “If you really did ask her to leave, then you won’t mind if I go out there and shoot her, instead of you.”
“Be my guest.” I wave my arm and step out of the doorway. She smiles and walks past me. Well, fuck. That backfired. I didn’t think she’d actually walk out there.
I follow close behind her. I’m a little intrigued at how this will play out. I’m not about to let her shoot someone though. I know she’ll regret it later. She has way too much of a conscience for that shit.
Emily stands in front of Whitney. “I don’t think Josh wants you here. You need to leave.” She speaks clearly, calmly.
Whitney laughs. “Oh, hunny, I think you’re the one that needs to leave. Josh, did you let Sam bring in the trash again?”
“Maybe all the Botox has fried your brain cells, so I’ll tell you again. You need to leave.” Emily points the gun at her.
Whitney gasps as she eyes the other end of the barrel. “Josh, are you seriously going to let this bitch threaten me?”
Okay, I’ve heard enough. I was ready to see how far Emily would take this. But Whitney has said one too many things about my girl for my liking.
I’m quick to step in front of Emily as my hand wraps around Whitney’s ponytail. “You see, I was prepared to let you walk out of here unscathed. Mostly. But then you had to go and open your mouth and talk shit about my girl.”
Whitney’s eyes go wide. “You can’t seriously want that… over me.” She’s so fucking dumb. She doesn’t know when the fuck to shut up. As much as I want to snap her neck, I’m trying to not let my darkness rub off on Emily more than it already has. Bloodshed and dead bodies should not be normal, everyday occurrences in her life.
“Sam, escort the trash out. Make sure she can’t get back in.” I watch as Whitney smiles, until Sam comes up and grabs her by the arm and starts leading her out.
