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“Destroy my life? That’s an irrationally strange thing to say.” I start. “Then why did you bring me here?” I feel sick, I kinda want to cry but I don’t.
I can tell Callan is thinking hard about what he’s going to say to me before he opens his mouth, dragging his hand down his face. My body feels tight when he steps closer to me.
“Because, when you’re around me, all I can think about is you. Hell, even when you’re not around.” He takes a deep, gravelly breath. “And seeing you pleasure yourself in my car, I didn’t care if I was going to hurt you. All I could think about was bringing you here and fucking you hard, giving you a night of sinful pleasure that you would never forget.” He takes another step closer to me, his voice rough and deep. My skin is burning with desire. “I can’t get you out of my fucking head, Sterling. And I was so close to giving in. But I can’t because you deserve better than what I’d be willing to give you. Which is just one night, one night that would ruin the rest of your life because I can’t give you anything more.”
My breathing is ragged, heated both in anger and in lust from the things he’s saying. I can feel my pulse down to my toes as my center aches.
“You practically demanded I touch myself in your car. What was the point of that?” I challenge him, braving to take a step closer.
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable-”
“I’m not,” I start. “Yeah, it was out of my comfort zone but I’m not sorry it happened. I wanted it as much as you. But if you’re playing at some kind of game here, Callan...”
We’re both silent for a beat, but we refuse to break eye contact.
“So, you’re telling me that you have been flirty, and sweet, and caring this whole time for nothing? Or more, for a pathetic one-night stand?” I question, trying to control the shakiness in my voice.
“I’m not sweet, Sterling.”
“I’m calling bullshit, Cal.”
“Don’t,” he demands, stepping back as I step forward once more.
“No. Because if you're as bad as you claim to be, why go through all of this? Why go through all the hot and cold with me, the push and pull? Why the fancy ass auction gala for crying out loud, Callan. What was all that for?”
“The auction gala was a business event, Sterling.” His tone bites sharply. “You work for me, remember?”
“Real professional of you, Callan. You tell me that you fantasized about me on your trip. You tell me that I drive you crazy and that I need to touch myself one last time before you take what’s yours. Does any of that ring a bell, Callan?” My tone bites back just as harsh.
“I don’t have the answers you’re looking for,” he answers with a shaky breath, his hands in his pockets as I take another step toward him. “I just know that I’d hurt you.”
“You know, you’re starting to be a real pain in my ass. You’re like a sour patch kid. Do you know what a sour patch kid is, Callan? Well, they’re sour then they’re sweet. And they smell like shit in vomit form.” I realize I’m rage-rambling, so mad I don’t even know what I’m saying. I can see him smirk. I roll my eyes at him, but pain spreads through my chest. Being around him makes me feel so alive and even though he’s pushing me away, all I can feel is the gravitational pull my body has toward him.
“Don’t act like you don’t like the attention, Sterling,” he snaps back at me, obviously pissed by what I said. His voice vibrates in my chest.
“Are you serious? You think I’m here for the attention? I didn’t ask for any of this.” My hands are balled into fists, my nails digging crescent shapes into my palms.
He pulls his hands out of his pockets and walks toward me. I nearly stumble backwards on my feet as I try to move away, but that only lands me flush against the wall of his living room. Callan pins me between the wall and his body, placing both hands on either side of my head. I gulp hard trying not to look him in his eyes. But staring at his chest doesn’t help. So, I cave and make eye contact.
“If you don’t back up, Mr. David. I’ll be forced to pull that silver spoon out of your mouth.” I force myself to say, realizing that I also am a sour patch kid. Just not as rude or cruel as he’s been. I just get so confused when I’m around him, and all these different sides of me are coming out. Sides I didn’t know I was capable of showing.
He looks angry.Pissed. But all I can think about is pressing his lips to mine and kissing him, hard. I almost flinch when I feel his dick harden where it touches my stomach, but I don’t dare look.
“Sterling.” His tone is demanding and deep and I know he notices the effect it has on me when I clench my thighs. “We can both run around in circles playing the blame game,” he whispers heavily into my ear as he leans down.
My knees almost give out at the smell of him, his sage body wash and minty toothpaste make me want him even more. God, I really hate myself right now.
“One thing you need to learn about playing games, is that you have to be a really good player to win.” He removes one of his hands from the wall and uses his fingers to brush my hair behind my ear. I stare into his hazel eyes as I unwillingly let a small moan escape my mouth. Without notice, Callan crashes his mouth down to mine.
His lips are hot and rough against mine, claiming me while he kisses me hard. His tongue traces my bottom lip before parting them open, tangling in a wet dance with mine. I grab his hips with my hands to pull him closer, but he growls into my mouth as he takes both of my arms in one hand and pins them above my head.
Another breathy moan leaves my lips as he takes my bottom lip in between his teeth and lets it go with apop. When he doesn’t come back for more, I squirm under his possession. He drags his eyes from my lips to my chest and back up to my eyes. A small smirk forms on his lips before he opens them to speak.
“This is just a hint of what a night with me would feel like, Sterling. A moment of lust, followed by disappointment. Because once the rose petals fall from their perfectly bloomed bud,” he traces his finger along the underside of my chin, “you no longer have a beautiful flower. You’re just left with a tainted mess.” He keeps his hold on my hands, still pinned above my head. “I told you that this was a mistake. It won’t feel good. Now, be a good girl and let Gerald take you home. He’s already waiting for you downstairs,My Little Rose.” He finally releases my hands and pulls me away from the wall. Trying to keep my composure, I walk towards the elevator. My breathing is shaky, and my head is spinning. I can’t tell if I’m feeling pleasure or pain right now.
I straighten my dress as I walk deeper into the elevator. But before it closes, I take my chance.
“There’s one other thing you need to learn about playing games, Mr. David.”
