“Never,” I growl, my jaw clenched, my hips straining into her fist.
She chuckles darkly and strokes me faster, harder, until I’m right there—so close I can taste it, the orgasm building sharp and brutal.My head falls forward, a groan ripping out of me.“Fuck—Eve?—”
And then she stops.
Just… stops.
She slides her hand off me, smooth as anything, and slips out from under me, swinging her legs off the bed.My body jerks with the sudden absence, my cock aching, heavy, throbbing with denied release.
“Son of a—” I bite off the curse, fists clenching in the sheets.
She looks over her shoulder, smirk curling her lips.“Next time I tell you to get out, Wilder, you should listen.”
I glare, furious, half-ready to drag her back down and finish what she started.But then I catch the gleam in her eyes, the sheer gall of what she’s just done, and a rough laugh bursts out of me.
“Jesus Christ.”I shake my head, still reeling.“I underestimated you.”
Her grin only widens as she saunters toward the door, tossing back, “Don’t make that mistake again.”
I collapse back against the mattress, my cock still painfully hard, my chest heaving with equal parts frustration and awe.
She played me.And she won.
I’m in a foul mood when I get in around twelve.Steven waves at me from his desk.“I got you a muffin in case you were hungry.It’s on your desk.”
“Thanks, Steven,” I say gratefully.Settling down, I set up my laptop before taking out the blueberry muffin.Munching on it, my keys slam on the keyboard as I get to work.Seeing Luis outside my apartment this morning has ruined my day.If the cab hadn’t shown up when it did, I might have punched him.He wanted to know why I was going to work so late, where my car was, who dropped me home.
He’s not mentioned Caleb to my mother yet, and I wonder why.If my family knew about Caleb, I would have been bombarded by calls.But I’m starting to wonder if Caleb had a point.Luis is clearly stalking me at this point.And the way he was behaving this morning—bright-eyed, tripping over his words, an intense energy to him—it made me nervous.
Maybe I should talk to Marco.But the idea fizzles out before it even fully forms.My brother is reliable but not when it comes to matters concerning my mother.He knows our mother wants me and Luis to get married.He says he’ll protect me, but I have a hard time believing it now.
My appetite fades away as I look at the muffin in my hand.I can’t rely on Marco.I could call Rafael, but I don’t want to distract him with his exams coming up.Antonio and Daniel might do something.But if they bring it up in front of Gabriella, my sister will tell our mother, and it will just snowball down from there.That leaves Miguel, but Miguel is close to Sebastian, who tells my sister everything.Gabriella and her husband love gossiping.And word will get back to Mamá.
I let out a quiet groan, resting my head on the edge of the table.What do I do?
I don’t want to take up Caleb on his offer.He keeps acting as if I’ve said yes.Cheek resting on the desk, I stare at the mug he gave me, recalling how he punched Luis in the face.It’s sad I can’t rely on my own family for that despite how much I love them.I haven’t been able to rely on them for a long time.After Dad died, it was just me against the world.And now it’s me against Luis.Me and Caleb, if I agree with Caleb’s ridiculous scheme.
Sighing, I straighten up.I don’t even know why he wants to help me.Does he feel sorry for me?Is that it?My bad mood returns almost instantly.If that’s the case, fuck him!I don’t need him feeling sorry for me.Muttering under my breath, I settle down into work, trying to forget all about Luis and Caleb.
An hour later, I get up to make myself a cup of coffee, and when I return, Joshua slides up to me like a shark scenting blood in the water.
“So,” he says, perching on the edge of my workspace with a grin, “want to tell me what’s going on with you and Caleb?”
“Mind your own business,” I snap, shoving him away from my desk.
“I like your business more than mine,” he counters, wiggling his eyebrows at me.“Something is definitely amiss here.”
I roll my eyes and busy myself organizing papers that don’t need organizing.“Why don’t you get your face away from me, Joshua, before I plant my foot there.”
“Don’t flirt with me.It won’t work.”Joshua clicks his tongue, waggling his finger in my direction.“The two of you have been acting weird around each other.”
“You’re paranoid,” I tell him calmly.
“That I am,” he agrees readily, “but I also have a nose for these things.You and Caleb, your auras are off.”
“Our auras?”I give him a narrow-eyed look.“What the fuck kind of crack are you smoking?”
Joshua makes a face.“You see, this is why you’re still single.You have a foul mouth.Women should be soft-spoken, delicate…”
