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Chapter Thirteen
Joseph
She’s just using you.A dark voice whispered in my mind. But as I looked down at Hana’s aroused face, I couldn’t help but feel that wasn’t true. I couldn’t listen to the darkness deep inside. Self-doubt. The shame.
“Is it yours?” Hana purred, pulling me from my dark thoughts.
I shook my head to clear it. “What?”
“Am Ionlyyours?” She trailed a hand up her chest and clutched my hand on her throat.
I wanted to say yes. I wanted to shout from the rooftops that Hana Lee was all mine, but inside it felt wrong. It dragged my thoughts tohim.Fucking Logan. He was never far from my thoughts.
“You are married,” I snapped.
“And we want you, Jojo,” Hana whispered, her face showing me a glimpse of vulnerability.
“No, you are both just using me as a way to fill a void. Well, I won’t be fucking used. Not unless it suits my purpose.”
I spun her around, ignoring the shocked gasp falling from Hana’s soft lips. She barely weighed anything. Of course, I could toss her around like a rag doll if I wanted. Instead, I bent her over my desk.
Her peach globes trembled as I raised her dress up. “You want my cock so badly, baby girl? Then beg me,” I demanded softly.
Hana took commands easily. She was the perfect woman for me.But she’s not the only one you want,that dark voice reminded. Fuck it was true. I craved them both.
She shook her head, showing me her brat, and braced her palms on the desk, trying to force my hand. Her ass popped out like she was ready for me to give her what she wanted.
Ugh. Topping from the bottom. I knew it was too good to be real.
Sighing with disgust, I said the words I knew would hurt her the most. “You should practice on your husband. You can’t handle me right now.” Ignoring her sharp cry for me to come back, I left the office, slamming the door on my way out.
JD was in my path as I stomped through the garage. “Hey boss, I just found—”
“Not now,” I snapped.
I headed out of my shop, hoping that by the time I got back, Hana would be gone.
She was pure temptation. I was only a man. The restraint I’d shown by not fucking her on top of my desk was harder than ever before. My cock was not thanking me right at that moment.
I walked and walked until I stood outside a tall building. AiCart. Fuck, my feet took me exactly where I wanted to go. But it wasn’t where I should go. Diving deeper into this with Hana and Logan would only end in one way. My heartbreak.
I gazed up at the building. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the kind of man to roll over and allow people to take advantage. I was a beast within my own right. People just underestimated me. They saw a bisexual man and started stereotyping.
I’m a bottom. I must love fashion. I loved to cook. Anything feminine was applied to me. When I first came out and made friends, they sneered at the fact I owned a garage. That I liked getting dirty.
Those same sentiments poured into my personal life as well. I’d been hurt bottoming before and stopped doing it. I swore to myself I would only top from now on until I found the man I could trust. Was Logan that man? Fuck no. Could someone tell my heart that for me? Because this bitch wasn’t listening at all.
Fuck this shit, I was going to give this man a few choice words.
I headed inside and took the stairs to avoid people wondering if I belonged. I was wearing jeans and a shirt, so I wouldn’t blend in with all the suits running around the place. That plus the oil splattered all over me, my dirty boots, and the beard I grew out from stress would probably make employees here think I was anything but a businessman in his own right who also could fill out a suit when required. Just not like Logan did.
The door to Logan’s office was wide open, giving me the view of him lost in his computer work. His suit jacket was off, and his sleeves were rolled up. I could see his muscle in his forearm throbbing and felt my mouth salivate. If Logan were a dish, he would be the most exquisitely rare steak.
“Knock, knock.” I pasted a fake grin on my face as I approached.
“Joseph? What are you doing here?” Logan got up quickly and poked his head into the hall before hurriedly closing the door behind me.
“What? Are you ashamed of me?”Figured.
