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“I know. It was dumb. Forget—”
“You’re crazy, but I’m crazier. If it’ll help you get some closure, I’m in. At this point, I’ll do anything to help you, Erica.”
Ignoring the butterflies in her stomach, Erica nodded to herself. “Thank you, Marcus.”
She was about to expose herself to something heartbreaking, and yet, for some reason, Erica couldn’t wipe the smile from her face.
Chapter 19
Alex
“I’m not interested in talking. I don’t want you to ask me what’s wrong. Get in the backseat, get naked, and keep fucking quiet.”
Sophie stared at him wide-eyed. He could feel the excitement radiating from her, but she followed his instructions without argument.
He had never called her for a hookup outside of office hours.
Their usual routine was either during lunch break or on the drive home. Alex had certainly never invited her for a drive, but there was no way he’d sleep tonight if he didn’t channel his anger somehow.
You think he’s meant to be in your life?”
“I know he’s meant to be in my life.”
His fists clenched at the words that kept going around his head. Gripping the steering wheel, he waited until Sophie was in the backseat before putting his foot down and pulling onto the street.
“Where are we going?”
“I said no talking,” he reminded her. Glancing at her through the rearview mirror, he watched as she stripped her clothing.
At least she could follow some instructions.
He’d picked her up right outside her flat with little or no regard for Marcus seeing them. Right now, he didn’t care.
Fuck Marcus.
Fuck Erica.
He was so angry, so overwhelmed with rage that he didn’t care what happened next as long as he could hate fuck Sophie and get rid of some of this pent-up energy.
“Play with yourself,” he muttered. “Get that pussy nice and wet for me.”
Her moans immediately filled the car as her fingers moved between her legs with quick practised movements.
“Can I cum?” She asked, her fingers moving over her clit.
“I don’t care,” he answered honestly. “Sophie, I need you to understand one thing tonight. I do not care about you and your needs. If you cum, I’m happy for you but it is not a priority for me.”
She nodded once, her head falling back as she moaned his name lowly.
How could Erica do this to him?
Did she enjoy hurting him for some reason? Three days she had spent with the guy. And now she wanted to say he was supposed to be in her life.
She wasn’t his partner anymore, the woman who would give up anything for him.
No. Now she was Miss fucking Independent who made demands and didn’t give a shit about what he wanted.
When had this happened?
