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“If you think you can play me—”
“Why the fuck can’t I? Didn’t you play me enough?”
“I…did not.”
“We have different opinions about that.” I lean closer in my seat. “Here’s how it will go, Brandon. I don’t give a fuck if you come out or not. That’s your decision. But you willnotleave after every time either.”
“But everyone at home—”
“I’m not hearing it. If you want me, this is how you’ll get me.”
“And if I can’t?”
“The door is right there. Don’t let it hit you on the way out.”
The veins in his neck nearly pop and he grabs his hair tighter, pulling, tugging. I can see the war in his eyes and I don’t like it. I don’t like that he’s hurting himself, and part of me wants to stop it.
But I don’t. Because Bran is the type who needs to be pushed off his high fucking horse.
He’s teetering on the edge, I can feel it and taste his conflict in the air.
One more shove.
I take out my phone. “What’s it going to be, posh boy? Let me know if you’re leaving so I can call someone else.”
His eyes flash in terrifying rage and he drops his hand as his muscles tighten. No more conflict or anxiety rolls off him in waves. The only thing that remains is the coiling anger that hardens his eyes.
“So that’s your goal? Getting rid of me to return to your fuck buddies?”
“Why would you care?”
He jumps up, rounds the table, and climbs on top of me. He fists my hair, his knees pressing on either side of me. His body hovers over mine, vibrating with tension even as his voice comes out steady, threatening. “Have you touched someone else, Nikolai? Hmm?”
I stare up at him, clenching and unclenching my hand on the sofa to keep from grabbing his hip or his back. Anywhere I can touch him. God, I fucking missed the heat rolling off him and the feel of his skin on mine.
Just one more push. A tiny one.
“Why are you asking? Jealous?”
“Don’t fuck with me. I didn’t even agree to the damn breakup, so technically, we were never done. So tell me, Nikolai. Who did you fuck? Simon? Someone else? Couldn’t keep it in your pants, right? You’re pathetic.”
“If I’m pathetic, then what are you? Delusional?”
“If you don’t tell me, I’m walking out right now. Who was it? Who took my fucking place?”
“No one.”
His eyes widen and his grip loosens around my hair, even as he keeps me in place. “Really?”
“Really.”
“No one came here?”
“No.”
“Why?”
Because this is our place and no one else is allowed in it.
