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“Have you been taking drugs, too?” I snorted, getting up. “He wants sex to get back at me.”
“It’s just how I see things. You like him, too. I’ve seen the way you watch him.” Diego was insane. Yeah, I had liked Alex when I was twelve, but I was a fully-grown woman now.
“You’re crazy, Diego.” Picking up my glass of water, I made my way back to my office. Alex didn’t even notice me wander passed. He was too busy sucking faces with one of the pool sluts.Gross!
Chapter Five
“Fuck me harder! Harder! Fuck, right there, Baby. Fuck, yes. Take my cock!”
I rolled over in bed, frustrated. Alex had decided to have sex in the bedroom next to mine after the pool party earlier. It was now almost three in the morning.
“Oh, oh, yes, yes, Alex! Fuck me like a groupie. Fuck me!”
“Who’s the rock star?”
“Oh, oh, you are! YOU ARE!! YES! YES!”
I had no idea what fucking like a groupie meant, but when the headboard began to bang against my wall I lost it! I wasn’t going to lie there a minute longer and listen to that shit.
Storming out of bed, I slammed my bedroom door behind me, and went to the kitchen to get a drink. Maybe I could sleep in the living area. The red leather couches were big enough.
After pulling my hair up into a messy bun, I slumped down onto a kitchen stool and drank the glass of milk that I’d gotten from the fridge. The jet leg was still lingering. Unfortunately, I hadn’t managed to shake it off yet, so I was exhausted.
Out of all the rooms in the mansion, why had Alex decided to have a marathon fuck fest right next to my room? As soon as I asked myself the question though, I knew the answer; the asshole had done it on purpose. Was it payback for my ice stunt? Was that how this was going to work with us? I’d do something, and then he’d get me back. Placing my head in my hands, I let out a big sigh. I couldn’t live like this.
“What are you doing up, Straight Lace?” Alex’s smug voice came from behind me. This was all a game to him.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I replied calmly, turning to look at him. My face began to redden at the sight of him in just a pair of sweats that hung low off his hips. Fuck! What a body! My eyes traveled down his abs before tracing all the lines of his star tattoos on his right shoulder.
“I didn’t keep you awake, did I?” he asked, reaching for something from the fridge. When he did, my eyes focused on the ink on his back. It was my favorite tattoo of his. A sword with wings covered his entire back. To me, it symbolized strength. It also made me wonder if maybe it held a deeper meaning to him.
“No, I’m still suffering from jetlag.” I wasn’t giving him the satisfaction of knowing his sex games had kept me from getting any sleep.
“Is that all it is?” Turning around with a bag of Maltesers in his hands, he began to move closer toward me. I could see the evidence of the coke he’d been snorting earlier in his eyes. They were bloodshot.
“Yes. Why? Did you think there might be another reason I’m awake?”
“I’m banging four incredibly hot chicks simultaneously in the bedroom next to yours. I wasn't sure if that was keeping you up or not.” He tried to keep a straight face by putting chocolate after chocolate in his mouth, but he was too high to manage it.
“That was you?” I acted surprised. “I thought that might have been one of the security guys watching a porno. I didn’t hear much, but what I did hear sounded like a fake female orgasm to me. Sorry.” The smile on his face dropped. “Don’t let me keep you from your fun, though,” I added with a grin, sipping my milk.
“Do you have a fucking answer for everything?”
“Usually.”
“You think you have me all worked out, don’t you?”
“Let’s see… Washed up rock star that’s thrown his life away with drugs and alcohol. Yeah, think I do.” This was getting too personal, but he was goading me.
“That’s what you see?” His eyes were blazing as he slammed his fists on the counter in front of me, dropping his chocolate. What was with his obsession with Maltesers anyway? There were empty packets all over the mansion, and it wasn’t even a chocolate you could get in America, as far as I knew.
“Yes.” I stood my ground. He wasn’t going to frighten me.
“What gives you the fucking right to say that?”
“If you don’t want my opinion, don’t ask for it!” By that point, I was so enraged that my face was only inches away from his. Realizing just how close I was to his lips, I began to pant. Shit! This situation should not be turning me on. This asshole had just been fucking four women at the same time moments ago, in the room right next to mine. Not to mention he’d been sniffing coke all afternoon. Why was I burning from the inside?
“You know it’s not just your opinion I want,” he whispered, touching the side of my face. “I want you, Natasha. You’re driving me fucking crazy.” The desperate tone in his voice made my legs clench together. No, White, fight it!
