Burned(28)

I should have made her tell me what the hell was going on with Jordan before I started any of this shit with her. Fuck, separated could mean anything from him staying in a hotel for a week while they worked out their problems to her getting ready to leave his ass for good. I was a complete and total dumbass for immediately assuming the latter. My thoughts had been centered on Finnley, on getting inside her sweet body with the hope of sating my curiosity and removing all traces of her from my heart and mind once and for all. I’d planned on leaving here today with all traces of my infatuation with Finnley wiped from my mind and without another look back. I didn’t expect for one taste of her to turn into an addiction, never imagined that f*cking her would only solidify my obsession. This woman, who’s spent years dominating my headspace, is suddenly under my skin and in my blood and now I can’t imagine not f*cking her every day for the rest of my life. I’ll be damned if that f*ck head Jordan Castillo is going to ruin my chances with her once again.
Snatching up my jeans and t-shirt from the foot of the bed where I’d tossed them before our second round of mind-blowing sex, I quickly get dressed and walk over to the door. I quietly pull it open just a crack and crane my neck to listen, not giving a shit that I’m eavesdropping right now.
“I’m sorry, Jordan. I’m so sorry.”
The broken apology from Finnley makes my blood boil and I grip the handle of the door so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t break off in my hand.
Is she taking him back? Is she forgiving him for whatever the f*ck he did and taking him back when I’m standing right here after she just spent the past hour and a half letting me f*ck her?
My smell is still on her skin and my come is still pooling inside her body and she’s taking that f*cker back. This woman has completely f*cked me in more ways than one. The day I let her go, the memory of her and what we had together took root and it grew and grew until she became a fantasy in my mind. I placed this perfect, amazing woman so high on a pedestal in my mind that no other woman could even come close to reaching the ideal of her, but I’m quickly realizing that dreams are much better than reality. I built her up so high in my mind that there was nowhere else for her to go but crashing down.
“YOU CAN’T KEEP ME OUT OF MY OWN FUCKING HOUSE, YOU STUPID BITCH!”
The bedroom door slams against the wall and I’m racing barefoot down the stairs before I even realize what I’m doing. I completely disregard the bullshit promise I made to Finnley to stay hidden in the bedroom when I hear the fury in Jordan’s voice. I’ll be damned if I’ll sit here and hide like a little bitch while he screams at her.
I’m filled with blind rage when I walk into the living room and see Jordan’s hands wrapped tightly around Finnley’s arms as he shakes her like a ragdoll, spit flying from his mouth as he screams at her.
I fly across the room, clutching the front of his shirt in my fists and dragging him away from Finnley, stopping when his back slams against the wall beside the door—the same wall I just f*cked his wife up against. I ignore Finnley’s shouts from behind me as I press him as hard as I can into the wall and get right in his face.
“Don’t you ever touch her or speak to her like that again,” I growl.
“Collin, please!” Finnley begs, her hands grabbing onto my shoulders as she tries to pull me off of Jordan.
“You f*cking WHORE!” Jordan screams as he looks over my shoulder at his wife.
I press my forearm into his neck, watching his eyes bulge out of their sockets and his face turn red as I cut off his air supply. “Call her a whore again. Go ahead. Say something else, please. Give me a f*cking reason to beat the shit out of you.”
Jordan claws at my arm while Finnley tugs on my shoulders and I let my anger slow to a simmer while I shoot daggers at the worthless piece of shit in front of me.