“I guess he must’ve kept a copy… That asshole!” Trish groans, annoyance and rage deepening her voice. “We are working to get it taken off, but people have seen it already. I can’t believe that asshole did something like this!”
I growl, banging my fist into the table. “He’s fucking dead. He crossed a line he shouldn’t have.”
“Please, don’t do anything reckless! Greg and I are coming over! Wait for us.”
I groan like a dying beast. “Fine! Just get here quickly. This ass needs to pay!”
I hang up and throw my phone at the couch. It bounces off the backrest and falls to the seat. I might be angry and murderous, but I am not one of those idiots who go around breaking keyboards, phones, or screens because they can’t reel it in.
“Charlie, what happened?” Ben pleads, coming over to me and cradling my face. He holds it up, his thumbs stroking my cheeks as his pretty eyes study me cautiously. “Talk to me. I want to help.”
God, this man will be the end of me. I should push him away and kick him out and be done with him. I don’t need more future drama in my life. But I don’t do that. I wrap my arms around hisstomach and pull him close, absorbing his heat and his steady, calming presence as I bury my face in his chest.
Shit. It feels amazing, his solidity a grounding beacon that keeps me tethered so I don’t run off and strangle that asshole Andy with my bare hands.
“It’s my shitty ex. Fuck, I can’t believe I dated that piece of shit. We broke up weeks ago, but he’s been pestering me to get back together. I told him we are done. So now he’s leaking private videos and photos online!”
Ben sucks in a sharp breath, his body vibrating. He’s angry, I can tell.For me. I squeeze him tighter. His hands move to my back and rub soothing patterns that actually help me shake off some of the haze my rage is causing.
Exhaling deeply, I launch into an explanation, needing to get everything off my chest. He listens, cursing here and there and hugging me close. I revel in the contact, warmth and uninvited affection blooming in my chest along with the seething need for revenge.
“Tell me where he lives,” Ben growls, his voice agitated and sexy.
I push off a little so I can look at him. His face is contorted in distaste, anger on my behalf giving him a wild look that goes straight to my cock. I moan a little and rub against him. I’ve never had anyone so worked up over me. It’s impossibly hot.
When he notices my very indiscrete attempt to dry-hump him, he chuckles. “Did you get horny, babe?”
I flash him a flirty smile, the rage in me contained by a rush of arousal. “A little? You got all angry for my sake and it’s really doing it for me.”
“Yeah?” he muses, snaking a hand inside my pants. His fingers tease my slit, pressing and rubbing. “Fuck, you are leaking.”
I hum in pleasure, shifting my hips so I can guide his hand lower. My own coils around my erection. “Finger me.”
He pulls on his lip, his pre-cum smeared finger teasing my hole. “Yeah? You want that, babe? Aren’t your friends coming here?”
“They are, but just a bit,” I whine, trying to impale myself on his digit. “To take the edge off?”
He slips it in and captures my mouth in a heated kiss. A second finger joins as his tongue dances with mine, his hunger white-hot and deranging. It’s like he’s kissing me for the first time even though we fucked not that long ago. His hard dick brushes against me, untouched and begging for attention. But he ignores it, focusing only on me and my pleasure until I’m a gasping, moaning mess as he makes me come in my pants.
“That’s so hot,” he whispers against my ear, his mouth raining soft kisses wherever it can.
“Want me to return the favor?” I ask, hazy and blissed-out and panting as he holds me so I don’t crumple to the floor.
He kisses my forehead. “Nah. Don’t think we have time. Go shower and change. Your friends will be here soon.” He grins then, and it looks evil. “We’ve got a revenge to plan.”
I blink at him, stars and fire exploding within me. I’m done for. I don’t think I can win against him. He’s just too fucking perfect, and when he smiles at me so openly, hope blooms in me that maybe I was wrong about love after all.
Chapter 10
Ben
I like Charlie’s friends.They are fuming, just like he was. The quick orgasm I gave him helped calm him down though, so he’s a lot more level-headed than them. We are sitting around his dining table, snacking on jellybeans and chocolate raisins as we try to figure out the best way to make his asshole ex pay.
“Maybe a break-in? Trash his place? I know some people,” Trish offers, frowning when Charlie shakes his head.
“No. We need something more permanent. Something that will really hit home and make him regret ever crossing me,” he says, forehead scrunched in thought.
He told me the gist. Andy is an aspiring athlete. Football. He’s mediocre at best, but due to his good looks and unscrupulous personality, he’s made some connections.
