Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(39)

“He is so much better,” she winked before knocking her coffee back, she stood from the sofa and walked back to the kitchen.

“Where you going?” I asked her, turning and watching her like a hawk.

“Work.” She smiled as she placed her cup into the sink.

“Stay home?”

“No,” she winked again, as she headed towards the bedroom. I shot up and followed her, she rolled her eyes when she saw me appear.

“Saturday?”

“What about it?” she said as she jumped up and down, pulling her work trousers up.

“Go out with me.”

She laughed, shaking her head side to side as she looked to do her button up.

“Nope.”

I felt the aggravation begin to bubble inside of me. My jaw clenched.

“What do you mean, no?”

“I mean, no,” she laughed as she grabbed a white blouse and slipped it on.

“Don’t tell me you’re still going out with fucking Harlen.”

“Got it in one baby,” she taunted me as she brushed her long, golden hair.

“You aren’t fucking going,” I growled, “did you not hear what I said last night? You belong to me. You are mine.” I stepped towards her, my arms snaking round her waist as I pulled her against my body.

“I did hear you, but Killian, I am going. You aren’t going to stop me, nor am I going to listen to you or be manipulated by you in any way.” She gave me this sickly-sweet smile, her green eyes glistening as she looked up at me, before shoving me away.

As she spun away from me, I grabbed her wrist, pulling her back into me.

“Tell me you’re not going.” My lips pressed to the shell of her ear as I whispered. I heard her breath hitch, my hand skimming up her side before wrapping my fingers round her throat and tipping her head back as I nipped at the bare flesh of her neck.

“Tell me,” I asked again as I continued.

“I’m going,” she snapped, pulling my hand from her throat and stepping away from me.

“What didn’t you understand last night? I told you that you’re mine. Mine.”

“Yes Killian, so you have said. Many times.” She rolled her fucking eyes at me. Pushing her in the back, she fell on her front on the bed, I knelt behind her, pinning her so she couldn’t move. Unbuttoning her pants, I slipped them down along with her cute panties and revealed her bare ass.

Perfect. Rubbing the palm of my hand over her cheek, I leant over her back before whispering in her ear.

“Remember when I said to you that if you roll your eyes at me again, I’ll punish you?”

She didn’t respond, but she nodded. Gliding my fingers across her cheek, I slipped them between her legs, swirling my fingertips at her wet opening. Her pussy so ready for me.

I heard a small moan escape her.

“Tell me…” my voice was low as I continued teasing her, “are you still going out on Saturday?” slipping my two fingers into her a little more now, stretching her.

She whimpered.

I continued.

“Buttercup, I can’t hear you.”

“No,” she breathed.

“There’s my good girl, all it took was a little persuading…” I trailed off, biting my bottom lip as I slipped my fingers out of her. Kneeling back on my knees, I pulled her up. She spun round, flustered and clearly a little pissed off that I didn’t finish. Standing slowly, my head craned down as I looked at her.

“You’re a dick,” she spat as she yanked her pants back up.

I smirked.

I know.

She bent down and picked my suit trousers up along with my jacket that was laid on her bed and stormed past me.

“Reese…” I said low and slow as I followed her out of the room.

She unlocked her apartment door and threw my clothes out into the lobby, then turned and picked up my shoes from the floor and launched them one by one down the corridor.

She stood proud, dusting her hands off together as they clapped.

“I am still going on Saturday; your little show didn’t work. Now get out of my fucking home,” she snarled at me.

I was seething. The rage oozed out of my pours, the red mist slowly covering my eyes.

I stepped towards her, pushing her against the wall.

“I will see you Saturday,” I said through gritted teeth. I could feel the heat radiating off her, her eyes volleyed back and forth from mine. She didn’t give a shit.

“You won’t,” she smirked, shoving me away then sticking her middle finger up. “I fucking hate you,” she pushed me again towards the open door. “I can’t wait for our annulment.”

I laughed a deep, throaty laugh as I stepped out of the door. Turning to face her, the smirk was dancing across my lips.

“We fucked baby, there is no more annulment.” I continued laughing before she slammed the door behind me.





CHAPTER 17





REESE





Who did he think he was? My good mood had been ruined by him. The last words he said to me circled round and round in my mind. We fucked baby, there is no more annulment. He wouldn’t do that to me… would he? I shook my head from side to side quickly. I am not giving him another moment of mind time. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I slipped my shoes on and grabbed my bag before running for the door. I didn’t want to get a taxi, I wanted to walk to clear my head of a certain individual. Again, he who shall not be named.