“Oh, God! We slept together?” Her hands fly to her mouth. “Fuck, this was a mistake!” she blurts, burying her face in her hands.
“Relax, Monroe.” My hand moves to her inner thigh and I lean in, my lips grazing her ear. “You should already know that if wedidsleep together, you’d be struggling to walk right now.”
Goosebumps rise on her skin as I slowly slide my hand up. She bites her lip, arching her back when my hand reaches the hem of her skirt.
For someone who claims she wants nothing to do with me, she clearly seems to want me to pleasure her. But I’m not going to give her what she wants just yet. She’s gonna to have to beg for it.
Removing my hand, I take a few steps back. She frowns, her face crowded with disappointment.
“Why the long face?” I ask, flashing her a devious smile.
She places her hands on her hips, shooting me a glare. “How did I end up here?”
“You drunk dialed me.”
“Oh, bullshit. I deleted your number years ago,” she scoffs.
I place my hand over my chest, smiling. “Aw, I guess you remembered it by heart then. I’m quite touched.”
She rolls her eyes and an impatient groan escapes her lips. “Just tell me what happened, Kamado.”
As I catch her up on the events from last night, a deep shade of crimson flushes her cheeks.
“Oh, God! This is so embarrassing.” She shakes her head. “I can’t believe I said those things to you. I hope you know I didn’t mean any of it!”
“Whatever you say.” I shrug. “You could really use a shower, by the way. You smell like shit.”
“Yeah, sure! Let me hop in the shower and then put mydirtyclothes back on. Great fucking idea!” She rolls her eyes at me.
I walk to my room and grab the bag that’s sitting in the corner near my nightstand, then hand it to her.
“I had my assistant buy some clothes for you this morning. I figured you wouldn’t wanna go home in the same clothes from last night.”
“Oh… um, thanks. You didn’t have to do that,” she says, her tone softening. “How much was it? I can pay you back.”
“Don’t sweat it, Monroe.”
I grab my fresh clothes that are lying on the counter and step out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
Dropping my towel to the floor, I change into grey sweatpants and an oversized Dauntless tee.
I walk to the living room, plopping down on the couch and pull out my phone to check my notifications—which I haven’t done since last night.
There are several missed calls and a string of texts from Hannah.
I forgot I told her I’d be back.Oops.
Hannah
Maddox! Where the fuck are you? It’s been over an hour.
Hello? Why aren’t you answering my calls?
You can forget about the blowjob! Don’t ever contact me again, asshole!
I start to type something back but then decide to leave it alone. There’s no use in trying to apologize, because the truth is, I’m not sorry. Not even in the slightest.
Annalise walks into the living room wearing the clothes my assistant picked out for her—a cropped sweater and high-waisted jeans that does wonders for her hips and thick thighs.
