“You don’t mean that.”
“I do.”
“You don’t.”
“I want to love you again, Adelaide.”
I never stopped loving her.
“No.”
She dismissed my confession with a wave.
“I’ll love you again.”
“I don’t want you to love me.”
“I never asked.”
“I reject.”
“I haven’t confessed yet.”
“I’m still rejecting you.”
“This is the orgasm talking.”
Her gaze narrowed into slits. “You mean the one youhaven’tgiven me.”
She turned around with a bratty mumble and twisted the doorknob.
“Don’t walk away without talking about this first.” I grabbed her hand from behind.
“We’ve proven to ourselves that we’re not capable of mature conversations.” She remained still before turning her head to look up at me, “And you’re apparently not capable of giving me an orgasm.”
“If you give into this—to us,” I shrugged out of the suit coat and handed it to her. “We could have it all. Orgasms included.”
She made it a point to let her tits hang free while she slowly covered herself with the jacket. Thank fuck it swallowed her because I’d have to kill anyone who looked in her direction while she was like this.
“I had it once, Christian.” She smiled but it wasn’t nice. “Trust me when I say it wasn’t all that.”
Then she left me there with the remaining echoes of her laughter in my ears.
THIRTY-FOUR
ADELAIDE
If Christian’sfat cat wasn’t the most adorable creature on this whole planet, I would have taken him and thrown him out the window.
Not only did he invade my room, but he also completely ripped apart my mattress. Cotton fluffed out of it from every side. It was unsalvageable.
“It seems like Chubby got to your bed.”
Christian leaned back with a hand covering his annoying smile. It was a struggle, really. Keeping my eyes up on his face instead of glazing downwards where I knew he was hard for me. On the ride back, he kept quiet and a respectful distance.
I hated it.
My insides were simmering with lust and want, and I hated him for it.
