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"He's been after you for the last year?"
"Pretty much." She sighs heavily. "He was nicer about it at first, but the more I tell him no, the more unhinged he's become."
"Unhinged how?"
The way she rubs her wrist makes my blood boil. "He put his fucking hands on you?"
"He grabbed me the day he followed me home," she whispers. "I was trying to go inside, but he wasn't finished making accusations. I thought he was going to break my hand."
Oh, that motherfucker's days are numbered. He's lucky I didn't know that shit today, or I would have broken both of his fucking arms as a reminder not to touch what isn't is. The only way pricks like him learn to keep their hands to themselves is through painful lessons.
If I get my hands on him, his lesson will be real fucking painful.
"Did you two ever date?" I ask, just to make sure I don't need to kill him for that too.
The way she recoils from the question is answer enough. She's never dated him or even considered it.
"Did you and Bianca date?" she demands.
"Jealous?"
"Hardly."
She's a beautiful little liar, but a liar, nonetheless. She's jealous as hell, thinking I dated her friend. I opt to shut that shit down now. I'm not interested in playing that game.
"I've never dated Bianca, angel baby," I say quietly, navigating back roads heading toward her place. "Matter of fact, I've never been on a date at all."
"Never? As in never ever?"
"Never," I confirm.
She's silent for a minute, processing. "That doesn't mean you didn't sleep with her."
"The thought is eating you alive, isn't it?"
Her nose wrinkles as she glances away from me. "No."
I chuckle quietly. She's the worst liar I've ever met. "I've never fucked her, Makenzie. Maybe in your world, every man you meet jumps into and out of bed with every woman he comes across. I don't. Bianca worked photoshoots for some of our clients. That's the only reason I know her." I pause for a minute, giving that time to sink in. "I've never fucked around, angel baby."
"Me either," she whispers after a moment, turning back to face me. "My mom does enough of it for the both of us."
"Your mom sleeps around?"
"You could say that." She snorts indelicately. "It's more like her entire world revolves around men and existing for them. In her opinion, if we're not their ideal partner, we're defective."
Shit. That explains a whole hell of a lot. Unfortunately, none of it's good. Makenzie isn't stubborn and headstrong by choice. It's a necessity, one drilled into her from the time she was a little girl by a mother who tried to grind her spirit out of her.
"You weren't put on this earth to serve any man, angel baby," I growl, turning a hot look on her. "One of the sexiest things about you is your spirit and the fact that you've been giving me hell all fucking day. You think that's a turn-off? You're wrong. To a man like me, it's goddamn Kryptonite."
Those bright eyes lock on mine, wide and startled.
I hold her gaze for a long moment, letting her know I mean every word. She wasn't made to serve, but I was damn sure put on this earth to worship at her feet. And I fully intend to be the only disciple she ever needs.
Chapter Six
Kenzie
"You'vebeenworkingallevening, angel baby. It's time for bed."
