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My head cocked to the side, eyeing him sharply, confused. “Thank you?” I gasped before the pin dropped, opening my blinded sight. “Thank you?Seriously, Grey?A thank you?” my shrill voice echoed through the entire pool house.
“Olivia—”
“Don’t—” My brows knitted together as I braced myself, ashamed for thinking things were going to change. “I thought you… I just thought—that since—” huffing out, I blushed for my idiocy before I brushed it off. “It doesn’t matter what I thought.”
“What did you think was going to happen? That I’d start hounding you like a dog, like I did last year?” he harshly asked, making me feel cold and unwanted. “I’m not doing any of that—this was just sex. A last fuck.”
A last fuck. That’s how he worded what had just occurred between us? Not a mind-bending, life-altering kind of passionate sex.A last fuck. Great. Just mighty fucking great. Besides, it wasn’t as if he could leave Edith knowing she was going through so much. He cared a lot about her—no scratch that, he was in love with her—and this tiny stint was just his way of telling me I wasn’t worthy of anything. It was to prove he still had the power to mess me up while he moved on with his life.
“Are you going to tell her?” The question surprised me, nonetheless I was dying to know.
He shrugged, giving me a straight face before deciding to respond. “I have to, but she expected this. She was the one who encouraged it because she thought I needed closure and for me to see that what I truly wanted from you was sex, nothing more.”
“Are you for real?” I marched out of his sight and into his bedroom. Since I knew where everything was, I headed straight into his closet and plucked out a shirt to put on. Wearing his shirts were one of the things I used to love doing because I liked smelling him on me all day long. That sentiment was thrown out of the window after he just belittled what he and I had.
Did he really believe all the stupid crap Edith was spewing at him? Was he that dumb? It didn’t matter. He probably had a point. Maybe one last romp would clean him out of my system as well. Besides, I had proved to myself that I could enjoy being with another man that wasn’t named Greyson Edwards. If I could do that, I was almost positive I could fall in love again. Anything was possible as long as I put my heart and soul into it.
Grey wasn’t the only man on earth. Hell, I had another one upstairs, willing to love me unconditionally, so why not start there? But, of course, I have to come clean first… decisions, decisions.
Coming out of his bedroom, he was still in the same position as I had left him few minutes ago before my gaze landed on my ripped undies and slip that were still on the floor. Ignoring them as I walked passed, I rushed by him as I made a beeline for the door.
Greyson was immediately there, blocking my way with his hand pushed against the door, glorifying-ly naked as he gave me a roughened stare. “Are you going back to your room?” he asked, making me pause for a second.
What did it matter? I wanted to ask but was too tired to do so. I was done fighting for him… against him. I was just done.
“I need to use the shower and clean myself of your scent before I go to Liam’s.”
His face darkened. “Are you that shameless? You’d let him fuck you knowing my nut is leaking out of you? Have you no shame or even some respect for yourself?”
Shameless. How appropriate. Because that word suited me the best. “Hey, weren’t you the one who colorfully called me a slut? So why are you even shocked?”
“You disgust me,” he went on with his tirade.
The hate and love I had for him simply made me a little crazy. It was twisted, yet seeing him angry was so much better than seeing him being indifferent. At least I was getting a reaction out of him, and I was scraping off whatever I could to evoke an emotion—good or bad. I was obsessed about it.
“I do,don’t I?” I provoked him further. “But what’s more disgusting, Grey? Telling me that I am or lusting after me even though you find me as such?”
Our eyes locked onto each other, pushing and pulling hatred. I wasn’t going to back down just because he spewed words that were meant to cut me open. This was what he wanted—causing havoc with pressing each other’s buttons and limits. I wasn’t going to let him make me his emotional punching bag, though. No matter what happened, I was going to put up a fight. Greyson wouldn’t see my weakness. No, he wasn’t the right person to expose them to because the chances were high he’d confide with Edith, and Lord knew she was the first person on this planet that would take anything to use as her advantage.
“Move,” I addressed him scathingly, hoping he’d take the hint and let me leave. However, apart from raggedly breathing and blinking, he simply didn’t budge at all. “Greyson! Are you deaf? Can’t you hear me?”
He blinked at me a couple of times before responding, “I hear you fine.”
My body was starting to heat up from anger, but I tried to control it as much as I could. “I’m tired. I need to leave.”
“What if I don’t want you to?”
“Tell that to your wife then we’ll talk!”
He waited a beat. Or two. Calculating. “You still want me,” he casually stated.
I wouldn’t let him touch me if I didn’t desire him like I needed him to function or to validate my existence. This was one thing I could never lie to him about. I had wanted him… and still did. “Good of you to notice, but I still need to leave.”
“Why still want me, Olivia? I mean, you basically left without looking back, yet here you are, wearing my shirt, naked underneath it because I tore your clothes apart before I fucked you into the wall and came inside your pussy.” His eyes probed into me, into my soul, as he closed the gap between us. I could smell his minty breath and his sexy musk, and I wanted nothing more than drink him in, breathe him in and take him into my body…
“Look at you. I haven’t even touched you, yet you’re panting as if my fingers are stroking your cunt.” His thumb pressed against the bottom of my lip before dragging it open and inserting that thumb into my mouth. It stroked my tongue before he pulled it out and wet my lips with my own saliva. “This look used to drive me crazy because I know you’re tiny little hole is wet for me. I loved the feeling of stretching you out. You were this hot, little thing that I wanted to own and keep forever…” The heat of his body pressed against me as his lips sought my ear. “Let me have you—anytime. Anywhere. And I promise to deliver the goods. I don’t want to stop fucking you.”
Wait—what? Was he asking me to be his mistress? Indefinitely? “You’re crazy. Deeply. Disturbingly. Crazy.”
