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“What.”
Jackson turns to toss another log on the fire.
“That you think you in any way shape or formknowme.”
I bark a laugh.
“Let’s see if I have this in line. You’re a narcissistic prick and an egotistical maniac with a massive substance abuse problem. You see yourself as ‘above’ the ‘normal’ people of the world, and your poor ego actually gets bruised when the people around you don’t fall to their knees in worship. How am I doing so far?”
He rolls his eyes, sitting on the floor and leaning back against the side of the fireplace.
“Like you’ve read way too many puff pieces about me in shitty music magazines like Ignition.”
“And yet, the prophecy comes true the second I step through your front door.”
He sighs. “Well, were you done with your professional analysis of me?”
“Not even close.”
“My my, then. Let’s have it.”
“You’re a pig and probably a sex addict.”
“Says the porn-watching prude.”
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
“It’s called juxtaposition.”
“No, it’s calledreaching, because I’m hitting more truth than you want.”
His mouth thins.
“Let’s see,” I go on. “You think you’re God’s gift to women and have this absurd and toxic mindset that just because you’re famous and you have a dick, the entire female population of the world owes you pleasure. Which is why you think it’s okay to corner young women in your house andgropethem—”
“Does groping usually come with a side of desperate moans, whimpers, and greedy hips pushing averywarm pussy against my thigh?”
My jawdrops, my face heating to roughly the temperature of the sun as I stare at him.
“That…! That isnotfucking—”
“It’s definitely true. I was there, remember?”
“You know what?” I snap.
“Please, don’t keep me hanging.”
I sneer at him.
“I honestly can’t wait to go home and write the truth about you, so that everyone knows what a douchebag you actually are.”
“Hmm, yeah,” he rubs his chin. “Sounds like quite the revenge-fetish fantasy. Just one teeny problem, sweetheart.”
He grins.
“You can write your little fan fiction with as much angst and vitriol as you want. You can even leave out the part where you were ten seconds away frombeggingme to relive that heat between your thighs.”
“You motherfu—”
