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Chyna gasped against his mouth. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to dig her hands into his dark hair and have him f**k her, but all sorts of warning signs were blasting through her conscious. This was so f**king wrong . So, so, so f**king wrong.
“Stop,” she said, breaking their lip lock and rolling away from him. Her chest was heaving up and down as she wiped the back of her hand against her mouth.
“What the f**k were you thinking?”
John didn’t look much better, except he was still distractingly shirtless. “What do you mean what was I thinking?”
“You kissed me!”
“You told me to!” he yelled back.
“Fuck that! I said I left last night because I thought you were going to kiss me,” she told him.
“Chyna, I don’t f**king get you.”
“What is there to get? I’m dating your brother, and you have your hands all over me!”
“You don’t even love him.”
Chyna came up short, her mouth hanging open. Who was he to tell her what she felt? How would he even know if it was true? He didn’t know her!
“If you didn’t notice, you’ve been a f**king c**k tease all weekend. How many times have you thrown yourself at me since we’ve been around each other?
How many times have you eye-fucked me?
How many times have you leaned forward, licking your f**king lips and pressing your f**king boobs in my face?
Huh?” he asked, grabbing his dress shirt and throwing it back on over his head.
“Don’t have an answer? Yeah, let’s not even bring up you f**king kissing Nitya and looking at me like you wanted to have me for dessert. Do you want me to keep going?”
“You don’t know what the f**k you’re talking about!” she cried, wishing he was wrong. “I’m dating your brother, and you don’t even care about that. Who does that?”
“Tell me that you don’t want to f**k me.”
“I don’t want to f**k you,” she said, placing her hand on her hip.
“Liar.”
“What part of ‘I’m dating your brother’ don’t you understand?” she demanded, narrowing her eyes.
“The part where you got all wet at my pool. The part where you pressed your ass against my dick when we were dancing.
The part where you kissed me back.”
“Shut the f**k up! Gah! Just shut up!”
she yelled at him.
“Cock. Tease.”
“Fuck off.”
“That’s all you want to do with me anyway,” he said.
“Don’t flatter yourself, ass**le.”
John laughed and shook his head. “I hope you make Adam very happy,” he said, walking over to the curtain and pushing it open.
“You’ll make no one happy but yourself…if you are even happy,” she said, glaring at him.
He smiled. “I’ll let you think on that one,” he said before turning and leaving.
Chyna watched him walk out of the room, and as soon as he was gone, she crumbled on to the cushion. She shook desperately, unable to believe the argument they had just gotten into and everything that had just happened. She couldn’t get his words or his hands or his mouth out of her head. What had she done?
All she knew was that she needed to get it together before Adam got back. He would know something was up if she was shaking and near tears. He would want to know what had happened, and she couldn’t tell him yet, not like this. It wasn’t fair to him. Nothing she had done was fair to him.
She took a few deep, healing breaths, trying to calm her pounding heart, as she pushed back the oncoming tears. This was ridiculous. This was why she didn’t date people. She liked to f**k around, and it had always been okay in the past because she hadn’t been attached.
No matter what happened tonight, all she knew was that she didn’t deserve Adam, not by a long shot.
She was composed by the time Adam walked back into the room.
“Hey, John already left. He hopped in the cab with Nitya. It took forever because there were so many other people. He was blessed with perfect timing. You ready to leave?”
Chyna was amazed that her facial expression didn’t even flicker when he told her that John went with Nitya. Of course, he would go somewhere to get laid. “Yeah, let’s get out of here.”
“I think Carl is waiting outside,” he said with a smile, putting his arm around her waist as they walked out.
“Great,” she said, hating what she knew lay ahead.
Carl drove them back across town, and soon, they were parked out front of her building. Chyna slid out of the car, and Adam followed. Her doorman, Bernard, opened the door, greeting them warmly despite the late hour.
“Man, I’m beat,” Adam said when the elevator deposited them on the top floor.
“Working last night really wiped me out.”
“I’m a little tipsy,” she murmured in response, pulling her gold key out of her purse as she walked down the hallway.
“Yes, you are. Maybe a little more than tipsy,” he said with a smile, deftly extracting the key out of her hand and opening the door. “You should try to sleep it off.”
She walked through the foyer and kicked off her heels before padding across the clean white carpet. Chyna sighed, looking at the floor, and then she glanced back up at Adam. Here goes nothing.
“Adam.”
He followed her, yawning wide when he made it to the end of the foyer. “Yeah, sweetheart?”
God, she did not want to do this, but she couldn’t lie. He was too good for her, and she knew it. He might as well be clued in.
“John kissed me.”
The silence was excruciating. It was like the anticipation of the roller coaster ticking slowly up to the top of the hill before plummeting down the other side.
She didn’t know if she should speak and try to explain. Instead, all she did was stand there, staring at him.
“Come on, Chyna,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s too late for this.”
Of all the reactions, that had not been the one she was expecting. “What?”
“John didn’t kiss you.”
“Yes, he did,” she insisted. “When you took the others to the cab, he kissed me!
He tried to take advantage of me.”
Adam sighed heavily. “Do you really expect me to believe that?” he asked, glancing up at her finally.
