Filthy Rich, Wild with Lust

Chapter 53

I stare up at him, lost somewhere between heaven and hell. He runs his hand up my thigh and under my dress. His fingers slip underneath the side of my panties, and he inhales sharply as he feels my creamy s*x.

“So f*****g wet for me.” He slides two of his thick fingers into my s*x, and I shudder around him. “I’m going to f**k you so good,” he growls into my ear.

My head tips back with a moan. His fingers pick up the pace as he begins to work me with them, and I spread my legs to give him greater access.

My eyes flick up the alley toward the club. Anyone could walk around the corner right now and catch us.

The sound of my wet body sucking him echoes around us, and I see stars.

All the beautiful stars: the whole galaxy and then some.

“I knew you’d come around,” he murmurs against my neck. “Finally see us for what we are.”

Huh?

“And what is that?” I pant. His fingers become almost violent.

God... that’s good.

“This is when we are at our best.” He twists his fingers, and we both cry out on the cutting edge of an orgasm.

So close we can taste it.

“s****l soulmates. We don’t need a relationship; we just need to f**k each other’s brains out.” He jerks his hand. “Take care of each other’s needs.”

My arousal fog evaporates, and my eyes snap open.

“What?” I push his hand away. “What do you mean?”

“Juliet.” He grabs my behind to drag me back over his c**k. “Get on it.”

“I still want the same thing, Henley,” I snap. “Nothing has changed for me.”

He steps back from me, panting as he struggles for control. “What are you saying?”

“What are you saying?”

“We miss each other. We need to f**k,” he snaps.

I blink, shocked. “I don’t want to be your f**k buddy, Henley. I want to be in a relationship. I want you to love me.”

He rolls his eyes. “Here we go a-f*****g-gain. Will you drop this bullshit?” he spits. “It’s never going to happen. Why would you want to ruin what we have? What we have is perfect.”

I take a step back from him. “Because I deserve better.”

He pants. His eyes are wild. “You said you missed me.”

“Because I’m in love with you,” I spit. “Because I know what we have is special. I know you feel the same. I can feel it. Do you think I can’t feel it?” My voice rises as I begin to lose control of my emotions.

“I can’t give you that, Juliet. I’m not f*****g capable of it,” he fires back. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Can’t or won’t?” My eyes well with tears.

“If I could, I would.” His eyes are wild; his stance is crazy.

And there it is... spelled out in black and white.

“I want to be in a relationship, Henley. I want a man who is proud to call me his,” I whisper through tears. “I don’t want to be your booty call whose only currency is orgasms.”

He puts his weight onto his back foot. “Then move on.”

That’s it.

That is it. I am so over this self-centered f*****g asshole.

“You know what?” I screw up my face in tears. “I’m going to. Tomorrow night I’m going on a date.”

“With him?” he snaps.

“Yes. With Joel.” I throw up my hands in surrender. Suddenly I want to hurt him the way he hurts me. “And guess what, Henley? I’m going to sleep with him, and I’m going to be the best damn f**k he ever had. Because Chloe is right: the only way to get over one man is to get under another. And I need to get the f**k over you... because all you do is think of yourself and hurt me.”

“Don’t you dare sleep with him,” he growls.

“You had your chance.” I shake my head in disgust. “Ha! You’ve had about a hundred chances, and you’ve blown them all.”

“Enough with the dramatics,” he spits angrily. “You belong with me.”

“Only on your terms. Guess what? I’m not some wimp who will take anything you give me.”

“You sure about that?” he sneers.

“f**k you.” I turn and storm off.

“Don’t come crying back to me when he can’t get the job done,” he calls after me. “Nobody can make you come like I can.”

I hate that he’s right.

I storm up the alleyway, and with my ovaries screaming at me to go back and take whatever he is offering, I put my hand up for a cab.

One pulls up, and I get in and stare out the window.

Last chance.

Henley

I stand in the darkness. From my place at the upstairs front window, I can see it all.

It’s 7:00 p.m. on Saturday night, and he’s at her house.

And after the worst twenty-four hours in history, I don’t know why the f**k I need to see this. It’s like salt in the wound, but I can’t look away.

Juliet’s front door opens, and she walks out. She’s wearing a tight black dress and high heels. Her hair is up, and she’s laughing and talking to him.

No.

He opens the car door for her. She says something, and then he leans in and kisses her.

My fists clench at my sides; murder crosses my mind.

I turn, and I punch the wall as hard as I can. The drywall explodes under the impact, and then next thing I know I’m out in the street, marching toward them.

“What are you doing?” Joel stammers, wide eyed.

“Don’t make me hurt you,” I warn him.

I open the passenger-side car door where Juliet is sitting. “Get the f**k out of the car. Now.”

Juliet

I exhale heavily as I stare out of the car at the maniac. How did I know this was coming?

Stay calm.

“Henley,” I sigh.

“We need to talk.” His chest is rising and falls as he struggles for control.

“It’s too late.”

“No, it’s not,” he fires back.

“Do not dare throw a childish tantrum, Henley. I’m warning you right now,” I yell. “We have nothing to talk about.”

“But...” His face falls. “We have everything to talk about.” His voice softens, and I know that somehow the gentle version of Henley James’s personality has shown up.

The one I can’t resist.

“Please...” His eyes search mine.

“Henley...” I drag my hand through my hair. Damn it. He doesn’t make anything easy, does he? “Now is not the time.”

“Now is the only time.” He stands in front of my open car door so that we can’t drive away. “Please. Can we just talk about this?”

I exhale heavily.

“What’s he doing?” Joel says, unimpressed, from behind the wheel.

“Just...” I sigh. What do I even do here? This is so f*****g awkward for Joel.

“Last night... I don’t know why I say the things I do,” he stammers in a panic. “I don’t mean them. I’m sorry.”

Fuck’s sake. He’s had all day to apologize, and he chooses now to do it?

Of course he does.

I put my hands over my eyes. “Henley,” I snap. “Honestly... you’re so infuriating. I am going on a date, and I am not talking to you about this.” I gesture to the road. “Just drive, Joel.”

“Last night... you said you loved me... Is that still true?” he stammers.

Joel’s eyes flick to me in question. “You love him?”

Fuck.

I close my eyes, ashamed of myself. “It’s... complicated.”

“Get out of the car.” Henley takes my hand. “Please.”

“Damn it, Henley,” I snap in frustration. “You don’t love me.”

“Who says?” he spits angrily.

I roll my lips, unimpressed.

“I’m trying to get better for you,” he blurts out in a rush. “I swear I am.”

Fuck...

What do I do?

“You should”—Joel rolls his eyes, sensing that our date is over before it began—“go...”

“Joel...” I look over to him. “We are not together.”

“We are together,” Henley interrupts. “You just haven’t realized it yet.”

Who hasn’t realized it yet, fucker?

“Henley, god damn it!” I snap. “Get into the house now.”

“Are you coming?”

“Yes, I’m f*****g coming,” I snap. “I have never known a more infuriating man than you.”

He stands his ground.

“Now.” I point to the house.

He walks over and stands on the curb and folds his arms, defiantly waiting for me.

“I’m so sorry, Joel.” I sigh. “This is unacceptable.”

“I knew he liked you.” We both look over to Henley as he stares back at us through the windshield. “I didn’t know he loved you.”

I let out a deep breath. I’m not even excited by this revelation. In fact, I’m pissed. “I’ll call you through the week?”

“Okay.” He starts the car.

I walk past Henley and into his house. He follows me with his tail between his legs.

I’m so pissed that I can’t even bring myself to say one word to him—not one f*****g word.

I sit onto the couch. He tentatively sits down beside me.

“Start talking,” I say.

“Well, firstly... I want to apologize. I’ve been out of line.” He pauses as if collecting his thoughts.

You think?

“My behavior last night was just... terrible,” he continues. “I didn’t mean any of it. I don’t know what came over me, and I don’t know why I acted like that.”

“Like what? Aggressive and abusive?”

His gaze drops to the floor.