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“Oh, believe me. He’s about to get fucked. But not in the way he’s hoping.” I grind my teeth together. “Well?”
“He’s at our place. Do you want to speak to him?”
“I will be in approximately five minutes.” I hang up and turn in the direction of their apartment.
By the time I arrive in the building’s underground parking lot, it’s been fifteen minutes, not five, I’ve beeped my horn ten times, flipped someone off twice, and cussed more times than I care to count.
I jab the code for Aaron’s private elevator in and get in. The ride is quick, as if it’s in tune with my anger. When we reach the top floor, I push open the apartment door and storm in.
Tyler’s leaning against the bar, laughing at something. The smile drops from his face when he sees me. “Liv?”
“Who the fucking hell do you think you are?” I walk up to him and shove his chest. “What, I don’t do what you want so you decide you’re going to make me do it anyway?”
“Whoa, calm down, babe.”
“No. I won’t calm down, Tyler. I don’t have to do anything you fucking tell me to because that’s not what we agreed.”
He grabs my wrists and stills me. “Don’t you think we should have this conversation in private?”
“Why?” I challenge him. “It’s not like they don’t know we’re fucking. Although they might be surprised to know just how much of an assuming asshat you are!” I snatch my wrists back.
“Okay. You’ve got the wrong end of the stick, Liv. It was a present. A gift. Okay?”
“Actually, I think you’re the one who’s got the wrong end of the stick. You buy a girlfriend, fiancée, wife, or someone you’re trying to romance gifts. You don’t buy them for no-strings. The only thing you buy for no-strings is fucking condoms.”
He rubs his hand down his face. “Bloody hell. You’re impossible.”
“I’m impossible? Says the one who’s crossing lines.”
“Crossing lines?”
I take his hundred dollars from my pocket, thankful I thought to grab it when I got my keys, and slap it into his hand. “Crossing lines. Crossing fucking rivers, Tyler. Keep it and go fuck yourself next time you feel so inclined.”
Leaving him, Dayton, and Aaron staring after me, I walk out the same way I came in. Quickly and in a loud burst. This time, though, instead of yelling, it’s the slamming of the apartment door.
Angry tears burn in the backs of my eyes. Of course—just when I finally find someone who wants what I do behind closed doors, he’s an asshole.
“Liv.”
“Leave me alone,” I say as I step into the elevator. He jumps in after me, and I turn away from him. The elevator stops.
“No. You’ve taken it completely wrong.”
“How did I take that wrong, huh? You tell me to buy something and I don’t do it, so you do. You don’t ask me. You don’t consider anything. You pushed a limit. I told you no strings, and buying shit adds another layer I don’t want.”
“Don’t want or are afraid of?”
I glance over my shoulder. “Don’t want.”
“Then why are you crying?” His voice is soft as he steps up behind me and runs his hands down my uppers arms, his touch warm and comforting.
“Allergies,” I offer lamely, swiping under my eyes. “Please, Ty, go. We’re fooling ourselves if we think this…thing…can work between us.”
“Really? I don’t think we are. In bed, we’re perfect for each other. You get me and I get you.” He wraps his arms around my shoulders and kisses my jaw from behind.
“And out of bed, we bitch like an old married couple.”
“You know what they say about old married couples who bitch.”
