Page 53 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Why would they do that? They were in a foreign country, I’m sure they could have had access to all the women they could want. So why would they refrain from sex?

“Trust me, we know.”Jasper’s low, annoyed voice is so damn sexy. I’ve missed it.“We fucking know because it’s all you’ve complained about. Sorry that some of us aren’t sex addicts."

“I’m not a sex addict.”Sylas turns around to face Jasper. “I just like sex. I could stop any time I wanted to.”

“Yeah, and I’m the queen of England,” Jasper drolls.

“I didn’t know you were dead.”Sylas snickers.

“What the fuck are you going on about?”Jasper asks.

“You said you were the queen of England. She’s dead.”Sylas gives him a shit-eating grin, knowing he’s getting on Jasper’s nerves.

“Fuck off before I stab you,”he snarls.

“Ohhhh, kinky. You know I’d like it.”He wiggles his brows.

“No. You like to be the one doing the stabbing,”Wesley cuts in, sounding amused.“And I’ll take that bet.”

“What bet?” Sylas asks.

“I’d pay you a million to see you refrain from sex.”Wesley cocks a brow, seeing if Sylas will take the bet.

I’m smiling, loving their banter. Also, I wanna know if Sylas is going to agree. Sylas doesn’t need the money, but he’s also not one to turn down a challenge.

“Why the fuck would I do that?”Sylas gapes at him.“You just heard me bitching about needing to sink into some pussy. Plus, I did refrain from sex. Two fucking months of it. You hate me, don’t you? I fucking knew it.”He points an accusing finger at Wesley.“You just want to see me suffer. I thought we were friends, blood brothers, man.”

“Stop being so fucking dramatic.”Welsey rolls his eyes, taking a puff of his cigarette before tossing the butt onto the ground and snubbing it out with his foot.“You’re just proving my point.”

“So I like sex. What's the crime in that?”Sylas asks.

“There isn’t,”Jasper answers.“It’s the fact that with us going back to school, I know for a fact you’re not going to be able to go more than a few days before you’re pulling some random girl into a closet to fuck just to get off quickly in between parties.”

My muscles stiffen, a wave of nausea rolling over me. I knew they slept around, but that's a lot. Too many. Way too much.

My heart starts to race, fists clenching as anger fills me.

I’m going to love ending every single fucking girl they touch. They are mine. Mine!

Jumping to my feet, I begin to pace. “I can do this,” I reassure myself. “It’s worth it. They’re going to be mine soon. I just have to wait a little bit longer. I have to prove myself.”

I could tell them how I feel, tell them they’re mine and that I don’t want them touching any other woman ever. But they would just laugh in my face, thinking I’m pathetic, some stupid girl with some silly little crush.

They see me as weak, and my begging them like some sad little girl isn’t going to be the way to prove them otherwise.

It’s a sacrifice I’m going to have to make. At least I’ll be able to reap the benefits of eliminating the women they choose to touch.

They say that they want me, but their actions prove otherwise.

Stupid boys could have just tried to get to know me. Why did they have to stay in the shadows? Why couldn’t we keep being friends? Everything would have been so much easier if they had just kept me in their lives.

I could have shown them sooner that I’m the perfect girl for them.

“Hey, quick and easy pussy is nice. We don’t always have to make a big show of things. I can easily wrap my hands around a girl's throat and make her gag on my cock. Plus, if it’s in the darkness of a closet, I don’t have to see her face. Makes it a lot easier to imagine her as Lola.”

The mention of my name has me spinning around, my head snapping toward the laptop screen.

There it is again. My name. The reminder that they think of me while they fuck other women.