AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I’m still standing in front of Harvey’s house when I see Kyler’s car pull up. He opens the driver’s door and gets out.
“Can we go inside?” He nods to the house.
“No.” He looks shocked by my answer but nods his head. “Why are you here, Kyler? You sent divorce papers. You’ve moved on. So why?” He scratches the back of his head as he lifts his phone with his other hand.
That’s when he presses play.
And a voice I know well comes through the speaker.
“Tell me you love the way I taste your cunt.” Followed by my moan.
My hands fly to my mouth as Kyler stands there, red-faced and angry. I lean over to see the screen, but it’s only a voice message.
How did—
“You’re fucking Jake King?” he asks with a huff. “Of all people…”
His remark and the way he says it makes me fume.
“I can sleep with whomever I want.”
“So you admit to fucking him?”
“How did you get that?” I ask, my face warm with embarrassment.
“Jake sent it to me. Wanted me to know what I was missing out on.” His jaw grinds back and forth. “And to thank me for giving you up.” I bite my lip and his eyes lock on me. “Did you enjoy it?”
I know he’s expecting me not to answer, but I do anyway. “Yes, very much so. He made me see stars with only his mouth.” I smirk, reveling in this asshole’s reaction.
He drops his phone from his hand, shocked and gaping.
“It’s not something you ever did for me,” I add.
“No, it’s not. Are you saying you didn’t like our sex life?”
“It was very…” I search for the right word. “Vanilla.” I know by the look on his face he doesn’t like the use of that word. Would any man?
“You need to stop seeing him. He has ties to the mafia. You know that, right?”
I didn’t, but I guess now I do.
“So?”
He shakes his head and leans down to pick up his phone. “I’ve thought about this…about us, a lot. I think this is over, and you should move back home.”
“I am home,” I tell him. “Do you know what yesterday was?”
His brow rises. “No?”
“My birthday.” I swing around and stomp up the stairs to Harvey’s house. What nerve this man has, standing there demanding what he wants and not even knowing he missed my birthday.
“Oriana.”
“I hate my name when you say it,” I whisper.
“You don’t,” he says, and he’s right. I don’t. But I thought it would be good to say it, to make him feel like shit. I feel him come up behind me and he whispers in my ear, “I miss you.” His breath tickles my neck before he kisses it.
A shiver takes over my body.
