“Death is death, Little T. If that boy died saving your latest addition, I wonder if you’d go as bat-shit crazy as you did with Wallace.”
“Torin almostkilledme.”
“And how long are we gonna keep talkin’ about it?”
I glower at him. “So it’sokayyou guys can go ahead and fuck around with whoever you want? Is that what you’re saying to me?”
“You came in here, Bay.” He shakes his head back and forth, silently telling me he’s not going to argue. “I didn’t ask you to, and frankly, I don’t want you here.”
“Cairo—”
“I need some fuckin’ time,” he leers, erasing some space between us, and he’s so different than Torin, it’s scary I can’t get a feel of what that means and how I fix this. Losing Cairo…I don’t care too much for the thought. “You fucked him, didn’t you?” I shift my weight and feel my stomach begin to coil because this feels like the beginning of the end for us. And technically, I guess it would be cheating because he did mention he was cool with the other guys, but Levi isn’t included in that group. “Did hefuckyou?”
The question is slower this time, more enunciated for an honest-to-God answer.
“Yes.”
Cairo freezes and keeps a few feet between us. “And how was that?”
“Stop it, Cairo,” I grumble out. “He’s not somerandomguy.”
“He’s random to me.”
I pry my eyes off him and stare at the solid black comforter on his bed. “I didn’t do it to upset you. I respect the hell out of you.”
“No…you don’t. Because you never would’ve left the house and killed Nessa. And you never would have run Matteo down. And you sure as hell wouldn’t have fucked Levi behind my back.” My jaw tightens because this is one of those arguments where I don’t have a leg to stand on nor a point to make. “How good was it, Bay?”
“He fucked me on the trunk of his car and filled me with his big cock with his lips all over me. That good enough for you?”
Cairo looms closer. The air in the room gets thicker and more stagnant with each passing second. “Did you like that? Did you cream all over it?”
I hate these questions.
And I loathe myself for making him doubt me.
“Yes.”
“How hard did you come?”
“Hard,” I reply flatly, as if I’m bored.
“Nice and rough, just how you like it?” Those dark eyes fall down the length of me, eyes smoldering with lust as I watch him take me in. I’m apprehensive about answering him and adding fuel to the fire already simmering between us. I know we jumped over a hurdle, but I’m known to do stupid things.
“No.”
Cairo’s dark irises flick up to me, curiosity immediately filling them. “No? You’re tellin’ me the King of South Shore didn’t fuck you properly, Little T?”
“No, as in I’m done answering your stupid as hell questions.”
“You don’t think I’m entitled to them?”
“I think you should accept what I’m saying is true and move on.”
He scoffs, rocking his head back and forth as he shoves his arms through the sleeves of his black tee. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I’m just supposed to magically forget what you’ve done?”
“No, I’m not saying that at all.” I press my lips together to keep the frustration out of my voice. “Please know I wasn’t in my right mind. I know what I did was wrong. I didn’t think of it.”
“How about when you were fucking Wallace? Were you thinking of me then?”
