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I stalk over to her, waiting for an answer.
“Renee Felicia—I saw you with her at lunch.” She pours her wine and sips the liquid slowly. As she closes her eyes, I can feel the anger coming off her. It amps me up.
I feel my heart beat faster, my blood pump harder, and my eyes zero in on my target as the adrenaline fuels me. Just like before I enter a fight, the energy builds up inside me like I may explode.
“Renee Felicia, as in my father’s secretary?” I ask, knowing damn well I was with her today, but we did not have lunch. She was at the same sandwich bistro I was at. She had to get my father’s sandwich just right, and she was already having a bad day. She asked my thoughts, I gave them and hoped he was in the mood for roast beef on rye; otherwise, Renee would have the afternoon from hell.
Setting the glass on our counter, she taps her professionally manicured nails against it. “Do not patronize me. Do not act like I’m crazy.” She raises her voice with each word. “I saw you with her!”
“Baby.” I come around the corner and into the kitchen. I need to diffuse the situation. I feel myself on the edge. She will push me, and it may be too far. “I helped her order my father’s meal. That’s it.” She raises an eyebrow at me in irritation. “She’s old enough to be my mother,” I add, thinking that will explain everything. “My dad’s an ass of epic proportions—you know this. Renee’s had a shit time lately. I was trying to help her.”
Missy doesn’t speak. Before I can react, her hand is around the neck of the wineglass and it’s in the air. The wineglass hits my face, the red liquid splashing into my eyes, burning and blurring my vision. The glass hits the tile floor and breaks, shards flying everywhere.
What the fuck is she thinking?
“Don’t you baby me, Jay.” She doesn’t move, only glares. “I know all about the cougars in city hall. She probably sucked your cock in the bathroom before having your father for an afternoon snack.”
Rage fills me. I step closer to her, and she steps back. Ignoring the pain in my feet as the glass slices into my skin with each step I make, I move until she’s backed against the counter.
“Were you not on my dick this morning? Were you not on my dick for hours last night? I’m not fucking Superman. I love pussy, but, Missy, a man has to let his dick have a small break. That’s why we get jobs and go to work.”
“Yeah, and you probably fucked her wrinkled pussy in the bathroom for your lunch hour.” Reaching down, she rubs her pussy through her pants. “Hope that cobweb-filled, old, stank pussy was worth giving up all this, because you aren’t coming near it again for a long damn time.” She taps her finger on her lip like she’s thinking. “I’m sure I can find someone to take care of my needs.”
She threw a glass of red wine on me. My feet are sliced and bleeding because of her. To top it off, she taunts me. Does she not realize she’s poking a sleeping bear?
I step toward her, the glass cutting deeper into the bottoms of my feet. The pain only adds to my anger.
“Jagger gave it to me good in the past.” She sucks on her finger. “I wonder if he could free up his schedule for another round.”
I see red, and it’s not from the liquid running down my face. My hand goes around her throat, and I push her into the back wall of our galley kitchen. She has nowhere to go as I pin her there.
“Bitch, if I wanted her on my cock, she’d be there. She’s a damn cougar, sure, but she didn’t have a piece of me. Before you come in here, spouting some crazy shit, you better have your facts straight.” I release her neck, and she gasps for air as she runs her hands over the reddened skin. “As for someone else wanting your magic pussy, you should know there isn’t another fucker out there who will put up with your crazy outside of a bedroom, so your pussy is all you’re good for.”
“I’ll show you crazy, Jay.” She scratches at my face, and I feel the burn as she cuts me.
I raise my right hand in the air and swing down. The only noise is the sound of me connecting with her.
I can’t think anymore.
I can’t see.
I can’t hear beyond the roaring in my ears.
I feel pain.
I feel infuriated.
I feel betrayed.
I feel hurt.
I feel completely out of control.
It’s like my brain leaves my body; I am watching someone else as she paws me, scratching, clawing. She screams as my hand comes down again. She keeps fighting me. She yells, but I can’t understand her words as I reach up with two hands and grip her throat.
