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“Do you have any idea how long I’ve had a crush on you?” she asks. “You are so fucking hot.”
I grunt in response, and she kisses my neck, but it feels all wrong.
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have one night with you,” she murmurs.
Her words douse me in ice-cold water. This is what girls expect from me. I’m the asshole they know they’ll never date or marry. The guy they want to fuck them up against the wall, leaving them with a memory they can look back on when they settle down with a nice guy. That’s exactly what Bianca fucking wanted from me.
“Stop,” I growl.
Tori pauses and looks up at me. “What’s wrong?”
I’m about to tell her to get off me when I hear voices outside. Adam’s voice. And I know he’s coming in here with Bianca. He’s going to bring her here to do what I should be doing with Tori right now. Only my cock is flaccid, and I’m not even remotely interested because Bianca has ruined me for anyone else.
I grab Tori’s hair and whisper into her ear. “Keep telling me how much you want it.”
A smile curves her face, and she throws herself into the task just as the door opens. Tori doesn’t notice because she’s so busy grinding on my lap and trying to shove her tits into my face while she moans about how much she wants my cock.
Over her shoulder, I hear Adam’s pissed-off rumblings, but it’s the horror on Bianca’s face that sends a jolt of electricity straight to my dick.
“What the fuck, dude?” Adam barks.
Bianca slaps a hand over her mouth like she’s going to be sick, and then she bolts from the room. Adam stays for a few seconds longer, his jaw working as he stares at me. “Really, MJ? Her, of all people?”
I shrug, a silent fuck you, even though he doesn’t deserve it.
“How long are you going to be?” he gripes.
He wants the space so he can bring Bianca back here and shove his cock into her. But that’s not going to fucking happen.
“A while.” I smirk at Tori even though I have no intention of fucking her. “I’ve got some catching up to do.”
Chapter 29
Madden
When I take lunch into the game room today, Bianca is standing at the bar, staring at her reflection in the mirrored tile. Her gaze is so intent that I’m not sure she even notices me behind her, and for a minute, I linger there, watching her.
Doubt begins to creep in again as I observe the emptiness on her face. At moments like these, I don’t recognize her. Maybe when she was with everyone else, but never with me.
When she turns and catches me standing there, her eyes are still haunted by whatever it is she saw in her reflection. Before I can stop myself, my gaze drifts over her body. The short white dress Birdie picked out gives her the appearance of innocence, and it has the problematic effect of reminding me I know every inch of the skin beneath it. The swells of her breasts are just a little too big for the lace cups holding them in, and her curves are more obvious than when she first arrived. She’s put on some weight and looks healthier every day. It pleases me far more than it should.
When her eyes move to the sandwich in my hands, she accepts it without protest, and it irritates the fuck out of me. I want her to admit how much she hates it. But instead, she just peers up at me gratefully before she takes a bite.
“Thank you for feeding me,” she says after she chokes down the bread in her mouth. “I almost forgot what it was like to have regular meals.”
Her remark makes my chest uncomfortably tight, but I don’t let on to it. “So you remember having regular meals?”
“In the hospital.” She nods, licking a smudge of peanut butter from her thumb, which distracts me to the point I forget what we’re even talking about for a second.
I shake off those thoughts and force myself to focus on her face. “The hospital?”
She looks at me and smiles softly. “I know you know.”
“What do I know?”
She points at the mounted clock on the wall. “It’s a camera, right?”
How the fuck does she know that? I cross my arms and narrow my gaze at her, wondering when she figured it out. I don’t want to admit I’ve been watching her day and night. Birdie didn’t even know there was a camera in here or that I’d listened to their conversation. That’s how I know what she’s trying to do right now. She’s trying to soften me up, just like Birdie told her. But it’s not going to work.
“How long have you known?” I ask.
