Lily: Took you bitches long enough! I know you missed me.
Lily: Oh! I have to tell you about what I saw today. It has to do with a mime–
I lock my phone and put it in my pocket, knowing I’ll end up standing here for the rest of the day reading about the rabbit hole Lily is about to go down. She’s entertaining, that’s for sure. A little out there for me, but entertaining, nonetheless.
I continue to take my time cleaning up the small drive up coffee stand because I know what’s waiting for me when I get home. If I take too long, he might get bored and tired of waiting. Then he can go see whoever it is he goes to in the middle of the night.
The thought is sobering enough that I’m pissed off and annoyed. I’m not going to avoid my own house because of him. With that, I finish up a couple more things before locking up and driving home.
Wes’s car is parked in his driveway, but instead of going overthere, I walk into my house and immediately lock the door behind me.
Not even five minutes later, my phone goes off and somehow I know it’s not from the group chat. I know it’s him, but I refuse to look at it. Instead, I toss it onto the counter, face down and walk to my room.
I change out of my jeans and into some cotton shorts and a T-shirt when there’s a pounding at my front door.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
Of course it’s him.
“Go away,” I tell him through the wood.
“You can’t follow a simple instruction, can you?”
“Ican. I just don’twantto. Go away before I call the cops.”
“You won’t.” His deep voice practically vibrates the wood separating us from how close he’s clearly standing. The one thing keeping us apart right now suddenly doesn’t feel protective enough for me. If he really wanted to, he could probably kick it in and not even break a sweat.
“Want to stick around and find out?” I threaten.
“Say the word then, Angel. Say the word, and I go away and this stops.”
The word sticks in my throat. The one thing I know I can say to end this. The one thing I have yet to say.
There’s a thunk on the other side, and I think it’s his forehead hitting the door. “Say it.” His tone sounds threatening, the growl in his voice goes straight between my thighs. He knows I won’t. We both do.
It’s all a part of the game, this back and forth we have.
“If you’re not going to say it, then open this door before your punishment gets worse.”
I steel my spine, yanking the door open. “You don’t get to punish me like I’m some fucking child. What iswrongwith yo–”
I’m cut off by Wes grabbing me, and tossing me over his shoulder, closing the door and walking us toward his house while I’m screaming at him to put me down, and smacking his back with my fists.
“Keep it up, Angel. Keep telling me how pissed off you are and how much you don’t want me. We both know it’s a lie, but I like hearing it because it’ll only make it so much sweeter when your body won’t stop coming for me.”
I screech in protest as he carries me into his house, but the fact that his words made my pussy clench in anticipation is a bad sign. Averybad sign. I worry I’m only strong to a certain point, and after that I’m going to be so fucked.
CHAPTER 19
Wes
I bite backmy laughter as Bailey pounds at my back and kicks her feet. My arm is around the back of her knees, banding her legs so she can only kick her feet a little, and she’s not able to hurt me. Though, she’s certainly trying.
“You’re really not helping your case, Angel.” I grunt after she manages to punch a particularly sensitive spot on my back as I’m walking us through my front door.
“Put me down, you caveman,” she screeches as I kick the door shut behind me.
“I’ll put you down when I know you’re not going to bolt out of here as soon as I do.”
