To add insult to injury, apparently since she had turned on Read Receipts, I knew exactly when she saw my text message.
And she did not bother to respond.
I know you saw that!
Still no response.
I couldn’t get how she looked out of my head.
Those smoky post-sex expressions were supposed to be forme. Her little yawns and sleepy eyes after I made her come three times in a row were forme. Her stretches and soreness frommycock.
Precum was leaking down my pants and soaking my legs as I strode into my bathroom, violently yanking open the shower door.
Having to stroke myowndick? Well, that fucking sucked.
CHAPTER 8
Rosalie
“Sorry, I hope that wasn’t distressing to you,” Matt said kindly. “I think he’s just kind of jealous.”
That wasn’t the most tactful thing to say in front of Dolly, but she didn’t seem to care, humming sweetly as she cut her club sandwich into tiny pieces.
I had dragged that dumbass out of plenty of bar fights over the years, but I’d never in mylifeseen Kingsley pissed like that.
“Forget it. Let’s talk about something else,” I said. “He’s a pain in my ass.”
“I think your style is so cool,” his girlfriend said to me.
Now, how could I hate sweet Dolly? It was not her fault Kingsley was a dirty lying bastard.
“Yourstyle is beautiful too,” I said. “You look like an angel.”
She did, perfectly waved bouncy blonde curls, a cherubic face with a cupid’s bow mouth, and a tiny, neat little figure.
“I guess. It’s more like what my parents always expected of me. Like, how could a harp player wear anything else? But I wish I could be brave like you. You’re always socool. I remember what Kingsley said before I even met you. He saidRosalie doesn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. I want to be more likeyou. I’m tired of caring so much. I’m tired of conforming to this classical musician stereotype.”
She frowned as she stabbed a piece of her club sandwich and then put it delicately in her mouth.
The gears in my head began to revolve.
“What do you mean?” I asked cautiously. “Remember, there’s nothing wrong with your style. You look great.”
“But I want to be edgy,” she cried, with more passion than I’d ever heard in her voice. “I want to be alt. I want to look like a gothic heroine. I want to be likeyou.”
“You mean have people come up and ask if I’ll hex their enemies or where Gomez is? Because that can get annoying.”
“Just cool. I want to look cool and edgy.”
“Now what do you mean you want to be edgy?”
Dolly blushed and scooted closer to me. She both looked and smelled like a fairy princess.
“I want to drinkwhiskey.I want to have sex in the woods. I want to getarrested.”
“OK,” I said, fighting the urge to smile.
Though if Kingsley hadn’t had sex with her in the woods yet, perhaps it was true he didn’t give a shit about her.
