CHAPTER 20: Adrian
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CHAPTER 20: Adrian
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Adrian had never been more confused. He was both satiated and furious. Ellie leaned over him, her soft breasts resting against his chest as she lowered her head to kiss him.
“Untie me.”
“What’s wrong?” She stilled, obviously sensing his mood from his tone.
“Untie me. Now.”
“Okay.” She moved off him, her fingers grappling with the knot. “What’s the matter?” She gave him a smug look. “I know you liked it.”
Liked it? Hell, he’d f*****g loved it and yet, he was pissed. He hadn’t wanted to come like that, not this time. The restraint loosened around his wrist and he slipped his hand free. She moved to the other side of the bed, her warm body pressing against his.
“I got it.” He shifted, blocking her with his back as he untied his other hand.
“Adrian, what’s wrong?”
He had no idea so he didn’t say anything. His emotions were as tight and tangled as the knot around his wrist. The bed shifted slightly, and he glanced over his shoulder. Ellie stood, gathering her clothes.
“What the f**k are you doing?”
“Leaving.”
“Don’t.” His fingers worked faster at the knot.
She pulled on her panties and bra.
“Ellie, get back in bed.” He was pissed but he didn’t want her to go.
“Why? So, you can snap at me or ignore me? No thanks. I get plenty of that at home.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It doesn’t matter.” She stepped into her dress, pulling it up over her lush body before heading for the door.
“Wait. Please.” He tugged at the knot with his teeth. “I can’t get this untied.” He wasn’t lying. The damn thing was stuck.
She stopped in the doorway, looking back at him.
“Don’t leave me like this.” He meant more than being restrained.
She frowned but walked back to the bed, her small fingers pushing his out of the way as she fiddled with the knot.
He should say something, but he was still too angry with her. Guys like him. She barely knew him. He barely knew her, but he’d treated her with nothing but respect. Hell, he’d even let her tie him up and she still gave him this s**t.
The knot loosened.
“There. You should be able to get it now.” She strode toward the door.
“Wait.” His fingers unraveled the cloth.
She ignored him.
He loosened the tie and pulled his hand free. He hopped out of bed, hurrying across the room and catching her in the living room. “Don’t go.”
She stopped but wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Look it was fun.”
“Don’t say that.” He moved closer. This was more than fun. She had to feel it too.
“It wasn’t fun? Is that what you’d rather hear?” This time she met his gaze, but her eyes were hard, and he was pretty sure she was close to crying.
“Please don’t go.” He took her hand. “I can’t...I don’t know how to...I’m sorry.” That was the simplest explanation.
“For what? For not liking the blow job?” She shook her head, a look of confusion on her face. “Although, you did seem to like it enough to finish.”
“That wasn’t it.” He pulled her to the couch and sat. “I loved that. You know I did.”
“Then why are you being such a dick.”
“I don’t know.” He leaned back, dropping his head against the top of the couch. “I’m used to being in control. I wanted to be inside you. I wanted you to come too.”
“You were inside me.”
He glanced at her, grinning slightly. “True, but you know what I mean.”
“It was my decision. My choice.”
“But you didn’t come.”
“My choice.” She shrugged.
“Stay. I can fix that for you.”
She studied him a long time and then shook her head, pulling her hand from his. “I should go. I have a ton of things to do.”
“Like what.” He stood too. “I’ll help. I don’t have to work today.”
“I don’t think that’d be a good idea.”
“It’d be a great idea.” He moved closer, pulling her into his arms. “We could work and play.” He wanted to spend the day with her, a lot of days and nights.
“Marc would love that.”
“Marc?” He stiffened.
“Yeah. I’m packing his things.”
“You’re still with him?” This was unbelievable.
“No.” She pulled away from him. “I’m not with him.”
“Why are you helping him pack?” He told himself to remain calm, to keep his cool but it was a waste of time.
“Because I want him out of my apartment.”
“So, you are still with him.”
“No. I’m not. We’re not a couple. We’re not sleeping together.”
“But you’re still living together.”
“It’s only been a week since we broke up. He hasn’t found a place yet.”
“Has he tried?” The only reason that guy hadn’t left was because he believed they’d get back together.
“Yes.” Her chin tipped up in defiance—almost in challenge.
“Liar.” He wanted to shake some sense into her.
“How am I supposed to know what he does or doesn’t do? He says he’s looking.”
He didn’t want to ask. He didn’t want to know but he had to. “Are you still sleeping in the same bed.” This would either set him off or calm him down a degree or two.
“No. I’m sleeping on the couch.”
“You’re on the couch?” That guy was the biggest ass he’d ever met, and he’d met some real jerks in the service.
“He refused to move out of the bed.”
“Why the f**k are you putting up with this?” He didn’t even give her a chance to answer. “You know what? You’re not. I’m going over there and tossing his ass out.”
“No, you’re not. I’ll handle this.”
She was fuming, and he should’ve known to stop, to let this go—for now—but his temper was hot and that set off his mouth.
“Like you’ve handled it so far?”
“It’s only been a week,” she repeated.
“You want to get back together with him.” It all made sense now. That was why she didn’t want to see him, except when they f****d. She was still hung up on her ex.
“Marc and I are over. He cheated on me. I’ll never get back together with him.” Her face scrunched up. “You really think I’d do”—she waved her hand between them—“what we’ve done if I wanted to get back with Marc?”
“Yeah, women like you do it all the time.” He’d see how she liked being classified with all other sucky-women.
“Women like me?” Apparently, she liked it about as much as he did because her eyes widened in surprise, like she was astonished he’d dare to say that.
“Yeah. Women who date or f**k guys like me.”
“You know what? You’re right.” She grabbed her purse. “I’m done. With you. Marc. And all alpha a-holes. I’m done with every last one of you.”
“Except your live-in boyfriend.” He followed her to the door and stopped. “Give me a second to grab my pants.”
“Why?”
“To take you home. You don’t have a car.”
“I’ll call an Uber.” She pulled her phone out of her purse.
“I’ll drive you.”
“No.”
He snatched her phone from her hands. “Yes. It’s the least I can do for nutting in your mouth.”
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