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He’s not looking at me so I’m not sure how I should take his comment, but I assume he’s irritated that I don’t seem to be in the mood togive it uptonight. “Work for what, exactly?”
“You.”
Precisely.Carter is a good guy, so I’m surprised at the turn this is taking. Maybe he’s getting fed up with only being asort offuck buddy.But how is that my problem? I haven’t led him on.“I didn’t realize smoking me out was making youworkfor anything. I can ask Brax if it’s a problem, or any of the other guys on the team.” I don’t intend to come off bitchy, but I’m not about to let him think Iowehim anything.
“They only would as a favor to me, because you’re my girl.” He points at me and then himself.
“Just because you labeled me that doesn’t mean I accept it.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“Really, Carter? We’re not together. We mess around sometimes, yes. But I thought we both knew the deal. I’m not…yours.”
Irritation flares in his brown eyes and I note his jaw tick slightly. “Well, what if I want to change the terms?”
I’m starting to think that Carter and I are not going to get out of this room without some sort of mutual destruction, but maybe it’s time to get everything out in the open. “I don’t.”
“Why? Do you know what a power couple we’d make?”
“For what, the summer? As soon as you get to college, you’ll have your pick of women.”
“I don’t want that. I want you and you won’t be that far. We could see each other every weekend. Come on Stassi, you know how I feel about you.”
“I thought…”
“Don’t lie to me,” he states. “You know I’ve had it bad for you since we started whatever this is. I’ve been patient, but…I want more.” He stands and takes a step towards me. I’m not afraid of him even if he does seem sort of drunk, but that doesn’t mean I want to be alone with him under these circumstances either.
I cross my arms over my chest and cock my head to the side. “Meaning you want to fuck me.”
“Why are you so fucking cynical? Maybe I want more than a fuck, Vale.”
“I can’t give you that. At least not now.”Maybe not ever.
“Don’t try to blame your fuckgirl ways on some dead Mommy issues, Stassia, because I call bullshit.”
Fury spikes in my veins and my stomach flips so hard I’m surprised I don’t throw up all over his white carpet. “Are you fucking kidding me? Carter, you’re an asshole. I don’t owe you any explanations as to why I don’t want to fuck you or be with you or anything in between.”
The blow to his ego is written all over his face and I know I’m in for a visceral response. “Where was this energy when your mouth was on my dick?”
I chuckle sarcastically. “I’m not having this argument with you and I’m really glad I saw this side of you before you and I went any further.” I shake my head. “We’re done.”
“Stassi…” He actually has the audacity to reach for my arm and when I turn around to look at him, I see the hurt in his eyes.Too late.
“No. Did you actually think you could guilt me or what, slut shame me into wanting to be with you? And ‘dead Mommy issues?’ Did you honestly say that to me?” I shake my head. “I’m so glad this happened because this made turning you down ten times easier.”
I storm out of his room and down the stairs and out the front door, thankfully without a lot of attention. I’m surprised I don’t feel much over this sort of break up with Carter, especially with how high I’m getting by the second. There’s a group of guys on the porch smoking and they all call different versions of my name as I make my way down the stairs.
“Vale, you bouncing already?” Brax calls out as he follows me into the driveway. He runs a hand through his shaggy blond hair before throwing his baseball hat back on. “You’re not staying? I think Carter was hoping you would.”
“Carter has plenty to keep him entertained tonight.”
“Really? You didn’t strike me as the jealous type. He doesn’t have eyes for Marissa or any of those chicks.” He shakes his head as if he’s trying to convince me.Like I don’t already know.
“I’m not jealous, Brax. I actually want him to move on. I don’t want to be with him.”
“Oh,” he says, pulling the Coors Light beer can to his lips. “Well, that’s different.”
“I wasn’t trying to lead him on. I thought we were just hanging out.”
