Page 132 of Forgotten Prejudice

He winked at me before getting up and walking out of the room.

Smitten, I moved my ass and walked over to the bathroom, taking my sweet time under the hot water. We had great sex, but cleaning up afterward was never fun. I didn’t find sex to be something dirty unless I wanted it dirty, but properly cleaning before and after was a habit I’d learned from Soren. He was always strict when it came to hygiene. Or when it came to washing his cum out of my used ass—Shit. Now he was in my head again, even though he shouldn’t be.

Frustrated, I turned off the tap and grabbed a towel from the hanger. Soren had texted me this morning, but I hadn’t opened it. Not yet. Positive that his text wasn’t about the case, because if it were, he would have called, I ignored it. He probably wrote me something about the kiss again. I should have deleted it right away, as I did with the other texts he’d sent me over the week. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Anyway, I’d delete it as soon as I was done drying up.

Back inside the bedroom, I put on a pair of Kai’s sweats and looked around for my phone—it was charging on the dresser. Walking over there, I noticed the white paper bag Kai had gotten from his waitress sitting beside it. Didn’t he plan on putting it away?

I grabbed my phone when curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to peek inside the bag. Bright lilac immediately caught my eye, and I dropped my phone to check the bag’s contents with two hands. My mouth split open as I pulled the hoodie, my hoodie, out of it. With shaking fingers, I held it in front of me to make sure it truly was my hoodie and not some mistake.

Yes.

There was no mistake about that.

This was the same hoodie Kai had stolen from my closet years ago, with the sleeves still stained with my blood. The same hoodie he’d had with him in the car only yesterday.

Wanting to be exclusive, my ass.

Rage I didn’t know I was capable of feeling took over me at once, making me understand that saying about your vision turning red, because right now, I was seeing fucking crimson. Clenching the damn hoodie in my fist, I stormed out of the room and walked straight to the kitchen.

“You fucking liar!” I shouted at him, tossing the damn cloth in his shocked face. Glancing at the hoodie and back at me, it took Kai a moment to realize what was going on before he raised one hand before him.

“Ash—”

“You fucked her, didn’t you?” My own words hurt me as I tossed them into the air. Swallowing hard, I shook my head. “You dropped me off like I was this piece of shit and then drove away to fuck some eighteen-year-old waitress!”

“I can explain.”

“I don’t give a shit about your explanation.” My face heated up, and my throat dried out, but I didn’t feel like crying. No. I felt like breaking something, smacking it to pieces, and if it could be Kai’s face, that was even better.

“I felt rejected, okay?” he yelled, trying to defend himself. “You were cold, and I just—”

“You just what, Kai?” I shook my head, taking a step closer until we were face-to-face. “You just what?” I urged him to speak as he began to stammer his lame excuses. When he shut up, I went on. “I didn’t want to sleep with you, so you went out and got laid? Is that seriously all this is to you?” I waved between us, spit flying from my mouth.

“I fucked up, okay?” He swallowed hard, brows pulling close. “But she meant nothing.”

“None of them do, Kai.” My voice turned high. “All those strangers always mean nothing to you while, in fact, I’m the one who means nothing to you.” I pointed at myself with two hands, my whole body vibrating.

“That’s bullshit!” Grabbing my shoulders, he squeezed me hard. “You mean everything to me, Ashy. You know that.”

I shrugged him off me, my eyes rolling. “I mean everything to you when it suits you, Kai. Only then. When things don’t go your way…” I raised my hands in a mock surrender and stepped back. “When things don’t go your way, you don’t give a flying fuck about me or anyone else. You know—” I pointed over to the floor, where he dropped my hoodie. “—the fact that you kept this shit at all is just more proof of that.” I tsked, remembering that damn birthday where he punched me to the ground after using my thighs to jerk off. “Are you even aware of what you did to me that night?” My lips pulled back in a silent snarl. “You made me want to die, Kai. But of course, you wouldn’t know that because all you ever care about is your own ass.” With that, I turned around and began walking back to his room to grab my things. Sickness crawled down my spine with the thought that we’d just had sex. I felt filthy. Rotten to my core with regret.

“You’re overreacting, Ashy. It was just sex, and it wasn’t like I hadn’t fucked other people until five days ago,” he tried groveling while following me around the house.

“Un-fucking-believable,” I hissed, unable to even face him. “You’re un-fucking-believable.”

Going into his room, I grabbed my phone and quickly tossed a shirt over my body. When I was ready to leave, Kai stood at the doorway, not letting me pass.

“Can you just calm down and talk to me?”

“No, asshole.” I pushed him aside and walked into the hall. “I’m getting out of here.”

“Come on, babe. I’m sorry, okay?” He walked before me, placing his hands on my shoulders and forcing me to stop. “I’m fucking sorry.”

His blue eyes begged me to stay, but the same as his words, I didn’t fall for it.

“Move aside, or I’ll punch you again. And this time, I’ll break your nose.”

He seemed uncertain if I was telling the truth, but when I didn’t budge a single muscle, he cleared the way.