It was just that I was used to having Rosalie’s full attention.
I craned my head over and looked at her messages, only to see her about to reply to some jackass on Instagram saying, “you’re so beautiful.”
Lurching from my chair, I tried to grab the phone from her hands.
“Give me that. Don’t be replying to all these chuds just trying to get into your pants with a line like that.”
“Who says they just want to get in my pants?” she retorted, her full lips turned down in a frown. “Maybe they want a relationship.”
“I know they don’t.”
“You don’t know shit, Kingsley. There’s plenty of guys who want a relationship with me.”
“That’s not what I goddamn meant—" I said, reaching for the phone again.
Rosalie pulled it back and put her foot forward betweenmylegs, pressing the toe of her boots against my balls.
“Don’t fuck with me Kings,” she said, in a voice so cold that the room fell silent and I felt my skin prickle with heated arousal.
Oooh, I needed to fuck that bratty tone out of her voice.
Despite the fact that she could crush my balls with one wrong motion, I felt my cock thickening in my pants, sweat begin to drip down my back and soak my shirt.
God, I needed herright now.
“How long are you in hair and makeup?” Dolly asked innocently, trying to defuse the tension hanging thick and humid between us.
Every particle of air seemed charged in the space between Rosalie and I, her disdain heating my skin, waking up every inch of me.
“You think that dirtbag look comes natural?” she said without looking at me. “Takes a long time to make him look that disheveled.”
If things went on like this, I was going to be forced to tell Rosalie the truth. That I didn’t have the slightest bit of interest in boring ass Dolly and had only fucked her two very dull times.
Dolly was boring. When you pulled her hair she just went “eek,” instead of pulling mine right back.
Rosalie was being such a huge brat that I didn’t want to reward her.
But, on the other hand, I felt jittery and fucked-up.
It wasn’t just the fact that Rosalie had never refused to have sex with me. It was that she was refusing to eventalkto me.
I didn’t like that.
Ineededher, goddamn it.
Unease spiraled through me.
Dolly was flitting about and getting in my way, but I was feeling desperate for anything to get Rosalie to pay attention to me.
This had to be about Dolly. Had to be. If I could get Rosalie pissed-off enough at me, she’d blow up and we could hate-fuck our way to our old relationship.
It was ideal. Best friends who fucked constantly.
So I grabbed Dolly’s hand and pulled her into my lap.
Fail.
Rosalie only began riffing back and forth with Matt about football, which I knew for damn sure she did not give a fuck about. It was only to piss me off.
