“What makes you say that?”
“Well, you didn’t invite him up.” Before I could reply, his eyes glinted. “Oh, wait, I see. You’re holding out. Pretending to be wifey material.”
“I’m notpretending,” I hissed.
“Come on, we both know you’re a slut.”
“Shut up,” I said. “Otherwise, I’ll slap you.”
“You’re the one who likes to be slapped,” he countered. “You’re the one who used to beg me to spank you —”
“Shut up,” I interrupted loudly. I wanted to murder him. Why had I ever got involved with him in the first place? Why had I ever let him see all my secret desires?
“Hey,” he said, his expression softening. “I’m not laughing at you. I loved it doing that stuff to you. Like I said, it was the best sex I’ve ever had.” He leaned back against the couch, looking nonchalant, but there was a glint in his eyes. “You really think he can fuck you like I can?” he asked softly.
“He’s a gentleman,” I snapped. “Unlike you.”
Jordan rolled his eyes. “A gentleman? You mean he’ll take you out to dinner, and then you’ll go back to his to have boring, missionary sex.”
“I like missionary,” I replied.
“I know you do. Withme.” His lips curled. “You like looking into my eyes. You like it when I spit in your mouth.”
I scowled. “I hate that.”
“No you don’t,” Jordan replied, voice taunting. “You can’t lie to me, baby. I feel the way your pussy clenches around me when I spit in your mouth. When I call you degrading names.” He took a step closer. “That ‘gentleman’ won’t treat you right. You need someone like me to throw you around and call you a slut.”
“Get out,” I said.
“You know it’s true.” His voice was infuriatingly playful.
I couldn’t look at him. I felt too embarrassed. My gaze fell to the floor. “I have to work early tomorrow,” I said, voice defeated. “Can you please go?”
We looked at each other for a long time, and for a second, I genuinely worried he’d refuse. But then he stood up. “Fine. But do me one favour, baby.”
“I’m not your baby,” I said, then crossed my arms. “What is it?”
“Unblock my number. I promise I won’t send you a dick pick again.”
I met his eyes, and he looked like he meant it.
I hesitated. “Fine,” I said, taking out my phone and unblocking his number. “Happy now?”
He nodded. “Good night, Ella.”
Then he left.
CHAPTER TWO
A few days later, I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, curling my hair. That afternoon, I would be going on another date with Alec. We were going to have a picnic in the local park, and I had chosen a sky-blue and white gingham dress to wear.
My phone started ringing and I set down the curling wand. My heart froze. Was it Jordan?
After unblocking him, I expected him to inundate me with booty call texts, but to my surprise, he didn’t. He hadn’t sent a single message. It was a little bit unsettling, to be honest.
I read the caller ID.Juliet.
I let out a breath, and ignored the twinge of disappointment deep down in my gut. “Jules,” I said, after picking up the phone and answering the call. “What’s up.”
