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Considering what Nikolai did in that corner earlier today, I might as well be.
Clara’s fingers grip my T-shirt, trying to take it off, but I pull it back down, kissing her throat and refusing to get stuck in my head again.
I breathe her flowery perfume and try not to gag. I’ve never liked the smell.
That’s because you prefer something more masculine.The memory of bergamot and mint floods my nose and I tighten my muscles.
No.
She moans and I hate how soft it sounds. She grinds against me and I loathe how tender she feels.
Her breasts rub and slide against my chest, but all I can think about are hard muscles.
You’re hard for me, not her.
The sound of his voice in my head causes a twitch in my dormant dick.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck!
I pull away from Clara with a shove, my mind swimming in disturbing chaos.
She doesn’t take the hint and saunters toward me again with bright eyes, her blonde hair swishing against her lower back.
I take another step back and hold up a hand. “I’m just not in the mood, Clara. I’m sorry. I think it’s exhaustion from the game.”
Her smile is forced at best as she reaches for my belt. “I can help you get rid of all that tension, sexy.”
“No. I’m good. Thanks for offering.” I grab her dress that she stripped off teasingly earlier and hand it over. “I’m sorry again.”
Her shoulders hunch, but she takes the dress and starts to put it on. “We haven’t shagged since we got back together, Bran. Is something wrong?”
Everything is fucking wrong.
But I don’t say that and smile instead. “Just a lot to think about. I’ll be fine after some time.”
“Okaaay,” she drawls out the word. “Love you, babe.”
She waits for a beat, but when I don’t say it back, she turns to leave.
“Clara.”
She spins on her heel, a hopeful smile on her face. I should probably break up with her. This time for good. It’s not right to lead her on when I feel absolutely nothing for her.
Ever since I was in secondary school, whenever a girl has asked me out, I’ve said yes, knowing they just wanted me to take them home so they could meet Lan.
I didn’t mind. Because I had a girlfriend at all times, even if she was giving Lan fuck-me eyes. He never did—fuck them, I mean. But he always forwarded me screenshots of them sending him nudes and begging him to do obscene things to them.
I never responded. Just broke up with them over text and deleted whatever Lan sent me.
It didn’t matter. They were all part of an image. I never stayed with one more than a couple of weeks.
I met Clara in uni, and she made it her mission to ensure we’d bump into each other by ‘coincidence’ in the places I frequent. I recognized her tactics from a mile away, but, again, I didn’t mind. The reason I’ve stayed with her the longest is because, for the first time, someone came straight to me instead of Lan.
In fact, she doesn’t seem to like him. Probably because he often treats her like an insignificant insect.
