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Swinging open the bathroom door, I froze.
"I think we should chat, dear," Jayden's mother said cocking her head to the side. My gaze flicked over her shoulder to where Bella was standing behind her. Rolling my eyes, I stepped into the room.
"What do you want to chat about?" I smiled sarcastically.
"Jayden is engaged to be married." Jayden's mom sighed. "The date is already set."
"That sounds like a Bella and Jayden problem." I shrugged. They obviously didn't know how Jayden worked. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't just walk away from Jayden. He'd tie me to the bed and hold me hostage until I caved.
"Have a little self-respect, dear." His mother tsked. "You don't want to be his side piece."
"I'd rather be a side piece than have a fake marriage with a man who lusts after another woman because he's not in love with her."
"He put a ring on my finger." She held up her boney hand to show me the ring again, a slow cocky grin spreading across her face.
"He put nothing on your finger, and we both know that."
"Silly girl." Bella sighed, dropping her hand. "It doesn't matter because, in the end, he'll be with me."
"I know you think you won," I said, stepping forward. "But remember this while you're begging for his attention; every night, he's on his knee begging to worship every inch of my body. We aren't the same, sis." The corner of my lips curled into a smirk as hers curled into a snarl. "He's with you out of obligation. He's with me because he wants to be."
"For now," she snarled, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'll be his forever."
I threw my head back with a sarcastic laugh. "You may get the marriage, but just know it will always be me he wants." I had no idea what I was doing, it was like I was possessed by a demon that decided she was laying claim to a man that would never be hers, but that wouldn't stop me. "When you lean in for that kiss, and he rejects you, it's because of me. When you open your arms for a hug, and he rejects you, it's because of me. When you spread your legs, and he rejects you, it's always because of me."
She opened her mouth, but I cut her off. "Oh, and by the way, last night, when he was on his knees begging me, I let him worship every inch of my body all night long, but I'm sure you heard."
"You're a fucking whore," his mother snarled.
"That's enough," Jayden barked, rounding the bedroom door. "That is enough." His cold glare was locked on his mother and Bella, but I knew if he heard anything I'd said, I would get the same look later. I lost control of my temper and let jealousy get the best of me.
"You guys should pack your things," Jayden said, nodding toward the bedroom door. "You'll be leaving soon."
"Jayden." Bella squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. "We need to talk." His gaze flicked back to me for a long minute before twisting back to her. "I'll spare a minute before you leave." Her jaw flexed, and her fist clenched; she wanted to talk to him now, but she wouldn't dare argue with him because he'd embarrass her, and we all knew it.
I knew in the end, she would win, and I would be the one alone who had to move on with my life. At some point in his future, he would forget about me and learn to love her even if he didn't want to now.
They both stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind them.
When Jayden twisted to face me, he raised his eyebrows, and I pressed my lips into a tight line. I couldn't tell if he was angry or not. He always had a fuck off look on his face.
Had he heard me?
We stood, eyes locked for what felt like hours.
"So—" I said, grabbing the hem of his shirt and rocking back on my heels. "You and Bella are going to chat, huh?" He charged forward, and I flinched, twisting away from him, but my knees hit the bed. His hand snaked around me, pulling my body tight against his. One arm tightened around my waist, the other snaked up, his fingers curling around my throat, holding me in place. I melted into him, realizing his touch wasn't angry. It was the complete opposite. Dropping his head, his lips grazed my shoulder, trailing up my neck.
"She's going to make me choose," he breathed against the shell of my ear. "Between you and her."
"You have to choose her."
"I will never choose her," he whispered. "You were right. You and Bella aren't the same, and it will always be you that I want." He had heard me. "Do you know how hot that was? Listening to you tell my future wife that I'm yours and you are mine."
"You should go," I said as his hands dropped to his side. "Your fiancé will be waiting for you."
"Right now, I'm going to fuck you," he said, his hand gripping the back of my neck. He shoved me down, bending me over the bed. His hand still holding me in place, he shoved his t-shirt up, and a low guttural groan escaped his lips when he realized I wasn't wearing any panties. "I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to scream for me, baby. Don't hold back."
His feet kicked at my heels, and I spread my legs for him. The room was silent except for our labored breathing and his zipper dropping. His hand slid into my hair as his fingers curled tightly at the scalp, holding my head in place as his other hand curled tightly around my hip. His fingertips dug into the sensitive skin. "And take this dick like a good little girl."
