And now she was so angry at me that she’d had sex with someone else. Why did that make me so nauseated?
In theory she was free to date and fuck other people. But actually, no, she wasn’t. She absolutely wasnotallowed to do that.
But how was I supposed to keep her from doing that? I considered trackers, private security. But therewasone possible solution.
It was something I had never considered before, but to get Rosalie to myself I was willing to try anything. . .
Even though I had just come out of the shower, I went to the private gym facilities to try to work out some of this twitchy energy and calm down enough to think of the best way to approach Rosalie.
When I came back out, Rosalie was sitting on the couch with a steaming hot latte and Matt and Dolly were nowhere to be seen.
I could only see Rosalie and the two hundred different apology bouquets I had ordered.
“That was embarrassing for you,” she said coolly.
She’d changed into some kind of stretchy dress with long sleeves, and it rode up her bare thighs, her long legs stretched out in front of her on the coffee table and I longed to bend her over and fuck that smug look off her face.
“You think you’re a saint pity-fucking Matt?”
If I expected that to get a rise out of her, I was mistaken.
She only raised an eyebrow.
“That wasn’t a pity fuck.”
“You can’t tell me you fucked him for any other reason.”
“I wanted to.”
“Since when do you fuck goody two-shoes nice guys?”
“Since the dirtbags don’t always bother to make me come,” she retorted.
Shit.
Shame burned in my cheeks, and I swallowed down my anger.
Time to go belly-up.
“Sorry—for the times I was lazy. I won’t do that again. My bad, that was shitty of me.”
“Don’t bother apologizing,” she retorted. “I have other options.”
But the idea of her wanting to have sex with someone else was unacceptable.
“You’re lucky there’s always so many people around.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Or what?”
Rosalie crossed her legs, her feet rubbing together briefly, and I tried not to stare with naked lust at her tiny perfect toes with the pale pink toenail polish.
No matter how alt and goth girl the rest of Rosalie looked her toes were always perfectly pink.
“Fucked all this bratty behavior out of you.”
She scoffed.
“You’ve never been able to do that. And you’re not going to be able to start now.”
