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“Brie, let me in, please. Let me explain.”
Brie stood there for a few moments, giving me a murderous look before she stepped out of the way. At least she had let me in. There may be a chance she would listen.
“I can’t imagine how hard that was for you to hear some details, then I had to leave.” I closed and locked the door behind me. No way was I leaving until we were on better terms. I’d spent too many years being angry at her, and I was over it. It had been a huge waste of energy.
“No, you really can’t.” She folded her arms across her chest.
“Then tell me.” I strolled into her living room as though I belonged there.
“You’re a piece of fucking work. You turn on me in front of Alida, backing out on your word. Just last night, you said you would tell me.”
“That’s not what I said, and you know it. I said that if Alida was supportive, then I would tell you some things.” Exasperated, I scrubbed my face with my hands, wishing she could understand.
“You lied to me. I even opened up and told you about my amnesia and how I was found. A part of me trusted you to do the right thing.” Her pitch climbed the more she talked. “But nope. Kane Cooper is a selfish, little prick who doesn’t care about anyone but himself! I hate you!”
Anger roiled to a boil in my gut, and I closed the gap between us, looking down at her. “Careful what you say, little girl. You don’t have all the facts, and your mouth is about to get you in trouble.”
Brie shoved at my chest. “Then let it. Maybe no one has ever called you on your shit. Oh, Kane Cooper is so perfect. He’s got a killer body, is sweet to the ladies, and is amazing on the field. I see exactly who you are. You’re a fucking fake.”
My anger crackled through the room like an electrical storm, consuming me. Black dots danced before my vision, and I realized I was about to cross a line with her. I might be an asshole, but I wouldn’t hit her. I stepped back, but Brie kept charging at me. Her cheeks flushed, burning bright red as she threw insult after insult in my direction.
I reached over and grabbed her wrists, holding them tightly. “Brie, knock it off. I’m not playing with you.”
“Or what?” Fire blazed in her eyes.
I had to decide what to do, or this could end badly. Without thinking it through, I tossed her over my shoulder, then headed to her bedroom.
“What are you doing?” she screeched. She kicked and banged her fists on my back, knocking me off-balance and sending us both tumbling to the floor at the beginning of the hallway.
She crawled on top of me, seething. Brie was pissed, but she was also sexy as hell. She ground her hips against me, and my dick gave her a salute.
I dug my fingers into her hips, then rolled over, forcing her onto her back. I leaned forward, pinning her shoulders down with my hands. “Stop. You need to listen. I came here to talk.”
“I’m not going to fall for that again.” She tugged against my hold, fighting to get free.
Moving her leg with mine, I settled between her legs and pressed my erection against her. She sucked in a breath, her lips parting and her eyes softening.
“Get off me,” she panted, her breasts moving with her ragged breathing.
“No.” I released her shoulders, hoping she was beginning to calm down.
She wiggled underneath me. The longer she fought me, the more I wanted her. Brie rolled to her stomach with a quick flip, then crawled out from beneath me, clawing her way toward the living room.
I stretched out and grabbed her ankles, stopping her from moving forward. Brie reached the couch and attempted to pull herself up. Scrambling off the floor, I managed to get on my knees and pinned her against the furniture. I gripped the back of her hair, then wrapped my free hand around her neck.
“Is this what you want? You want me to take what’s mine?” I growled.
Her whimper was her only response.
“You can hate and fight me all you want, but Iwillwin. Plus, it’s not true. You’re just pissed.”
“Oh, I’m clear on the fact that I hate you.” She gritted her teeth.
I slid my fingertips down her neck, between her breasts, and to the waistband of her running shorts. “It seems you need a reminder of who owns you.” I slipped my hand into her waistband, then gently touched her pussy. “Who does this belong to?”
A beat of silence hung in the air, and I tightened my hold on her hair.
“You.”
