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She tore herself from under my hand, standing with her back to me for several long seconds before whirling back to me. “I don’t know what kind of girl you think I am, Dion. But this pedestal you’ve put me on...” Shaking her head, her eyes danced away. “I'm not some angel that will save you. You have got to realise that I’m just a normal girl.”
“I do get that.” And I did. The fact that she was a normal girl was half the attraction. “Doesn’t mean...”
“Look Dion...”
I didn’t let her finish. I’d waited months to see her again, and now we were living under the same roof. It was a miracle I hadn't made a move yet. But I made it now. Moving into her space, I captured her waist with one hand and with the other tilted her face up to mine. I wanted to kiss her more than anything in the world, but only if she wanted it as well. I was pretty sure she did, but I needed to make sure. Needed to see it in her eyes first.
“Dion!” she yelped. “We can't do this again… I can’t…”
“Do what?” I acted innocently even when I knew she didn’t buy it for a second. “I can't hug an old friend?”
“We aren’t friends. And…”
I cut her off. Ducking my head, I let my nose rub against the sensitive skin just below her ear. “You're right. We aren’t friends. I don’t dream of tongue fucking my friends like I do you.” My voice was hushed. A husky lust fuelled whisper.
“Dion, stop it…” Her words told me to stop, but the hand that came up to the back of my neck didn’t push me away. “We can't do this.”
“I think we can. I've been thinking about this moment for months, Lola, and I think you have as well. It doesn’t have...” My lips replaced where my nose had been nuzzling. Tiny little kisses that sent her body erupting into goosebumps. My first instincts had been right. She wanted this as much as I did, which was probably the reason she had locked herself in her room. She hadn’t been able to trust herself around me.
“To mean anything?” She finished for me, stiffening in my arms.
“What? No. That wasn’t what I was going to say…” Except it had been what I had been saying. Not because it didn’t mean anything to me, but just because I didn’t want to put pressure on her.
“Yes, it was Dion.” Slowly, she disentangled herself from my arms. Her shoulders hunched, and she wrapped her arms around her middle like she was trying to protect herself. Protect herself from me. Did she think I was that much of a threat? “And it's fine. I get that what happened between us at the awards was a mistake, a one time thing and honestly, it’s best to keep it that way. We both have lives and…”
“What the fuck are you on about, Lola? I didn’t say what happened at the Summits was a mistake. I've been trying to contact you for months. Months. And you’ve been here the entire time. And as for lives...” My eyes narrowed. “I've heard all about the life you’ve been living.” My eyes narrowed. “Got a taste for rockstars, now, haven’t you?”
The moment I said the words, I regretted them. Her eyes widened for a second and then narrowed into slits. “What I do or who I do it with has nothing to do with you. Or shall we have a discussion about your girlfriend and baby?” Cocking her head to the side, she smiled. But it wasn’t the kind of look I wanted from her. Gone was the sweet, innocent girl I had been half in love with. The woman who faced me was full of sourness. It was totally un–Lola–like, but then again I didn’t really know her. Maybe I had made her out to be something she wasn't in my mind.
Maybe this was the real Lola. Just like every other woman in my life. All harsh lines and bitterness.
Something must have shown on my face because her face shifted. The hardness evaporated, and something softer replaced it.
“Yeah, maybe we should. Or maybe we should talk about how many dates with rockstars you’ve been on since you seduced me?” I was being unfair, but I just didn’t care. Bringing up Isla and the baby had been below the belt. Whether she knew the details of what had gone on with Isla didn’t matter. In Lola's head, I was a cheat. I had fucked her behind the mother of my child’s back. None of that was true, but she thought it anyway.
That’s what she thought of me.
“Seduce you?” she whispered. “I...”
I didn’t let her finish. “Did you seduce the others as well? I bet you’ve been adding to your collection, and do you…” Sucking in a breath, I straightened my spine. “Do you know what, Lola? Fuck you.” Without looking back, I stalked out of the room. “Fuck you.”
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“Dion?” The living room was dark, but I could see his silhouette from the dim light the TV emanated. Hesitating in the doorway, I chewed on my lip. He was still angry, and that was understandable. I’d been a bitch to him. Sure, he hadn’t exactly been a gentleman back, but I had started it and the truth was, I didn't even know why.
I’d had my reasons for not staying in contact with him after The Summit Awards, but it wasn't like I was blameless. He hadn't forced me. I had been the one who had made the first move. I had wanted him.
I still wanted him.
And maybe that was what was making me so prickly. I wanted him but I shouldn't because he wasn't mine to want.
“What do you want, Lola?”
I swallowed down the lump in my throat. He still sounded so angry. But could I blame him? “Look, I think we need to talk. I…”
I was about to offer some lame explanation when he turned his head to face me. One dark eyebrow arched up, and the words died on my lips. How could he look so pissed off and so beautiful all at the same time? When I was as angry as he was, there was always snot and tears.
“What do we have to talk about that hasn't already been said?” The husky, panty wetting voice he was famous for washed over me, sending goosebumps erupting over my arms and across the back of my neck. I rubbed my hands under my hair, attempting to dispel the feeling.
