I rid my mind of thoughts of him. “Wewerehaving a civil conversation before you decided to pry,” I counter, folding my hands at my chest. His gaze drops before meeting mine again.
“I wasn’t…” he trails off. “God, you’re so frustrating,” he grunts, looking at me with disappointment and fury.
“So are you, you narcissistic asshole!” I sneer, pointing at him, wrath taking hold of my actions and words.
His expressions turn feral, fists clenching at his side as he charges at me full speed. And I do something that might give away the secret I’ve been hiding, like everything else.
I flinch.
Fifteen
Ezra
Have you ever met a person who turns you on as much as they frustrate you?
I didn’t either.
Not until her.
I didn’t even think such a feat was possible for someone to achieve. But of course, she goes and does the inconceivable.
Kaeli Reed, since the day I literally collided into her, has been the only woman to put my cock in a perpetual state of hardness and my mind in a constant state of ache. Fightingthis never-ending battle with both my heads is terribly exhausting.
I still haven’t figured out which one to listen to. But I do know that if I keep listening to one more word this woman has to say, I’ll either kill her or kiss her, pretty sure she won’t appreciate either of these two.
Saying I was surprised when a notification on my phone read‘@kaeli.reed liked your post’would be an understatement. I was so sure that this had to be some sort of mistake. That’s when aseriesof mistakes ensued.
My first mistake was to text her out of sheer boredom when I saw the picture she liked. It was one of me in a jacuzzi in only my swim trunks. Being the cocky bastard that I am, I called her out on it, but in my defense, I didn’t expect her to reply.
So, imagine my utter surprise when she not only reverted but invited me to the rink.
Alone.
With her.
Under the guise of work, but still.
That’s when the second mistake happened. I should’ve known accepting her invitation would lead to a cataclysmic disaster. I mean, it’s thesame woman who barely restrains herself from unaliving me when we’re surrounded by people. I should’ve accounted for what she might do when we’re alone.
Kaeli knew what she was doing when she decided to wear those tight jeans that lifted her ass perfectly. Her ass was made to wear that pair of denims. I should’ve thanked my lucky stars when she didn’t step on the ice for any picture or video.
But I had to go and make my life hell by offering to teach her to skate, upon finding that she works for a hockey team and still doesn’t know how to skate.
It broke my heart a little to see behind that mask of hers. I mean, come on, how the hell did no one teach her to skate? So, I took it upon myself. And that was my third mistake.
One would think that this might be the end. The day was going fantastically, and it felt great to be able to bear witness to this soft side of hers. Until I ruined it with my inability to think before I speak in front of this woman.
It’s clear that I’ve no sense of self-preservation around this complicated and attractive woman, because I went ahead charging like a bull and putmy foot in my mouth when I asked her why she had not learnt to skate, why no one had taught her.
Attempting to get her to open up was the final nail in the coffin of my mistakes, in which I now lie as she yells at me. “We were having a civil conversation before you decided to pry.” And even now, my eyes fall to her chest as she folds her hands, pushing her tits out.
“I wasn’t…” I trail off, realizing that there’s no point in explaining anything to her. She’ll only believe what she wants. “God, you’re so frustrating,” I say instead, looking at her with disappointment and fury.
Disappointed because the tentative, unspoken truce came to an end. And furious because I care it has.
Her face twists in anger. “So are you, you narcissistic asshole!”
Rage rushes through me at her words, and planning on reaming one into her, I disintegrate the gap between us in a second. Out of everything that I’d expect her to do–push me, slap me, or glare at me–her actual immediate reaction is not even on the list.
