And that’s when I snapped. I grabbed her hair and whipped her around before pressing her back into the wall. Her cheek fell into the cold, hard plaster as my lips found the shell of her ear.
“Stop it,” she whimpered.
I hissed my words. “Because I want to ruin you, Becca. I want to ruin you so badly that anyone else who comes across you will pale in comparison to how I make you feel. No cock will be good enough once I’m finished. No nickname other than “good little girl” will make your pussy quiver more than the one I’ve assigned to you. And when I’m done having my fill, you’ll be alone and wanting me for the rest of your life.”
She snickered. “Funny, that’s the same exact fate I figured you’d end up with since you fixate on me so much.”
I moved away from her. “Be careful what you wish for.”
She slowly turned to face me. “You forget how long I’ve known you, JoJo. You forget how we first met. I’ve seen you at your worst. I’ve seen you at your best. But I’ve never seen you like this. Even when you were dating Maggie, I never saw this obsessed side of you.”
I swallowed hard as her eyes kept staring into my own. Some days, it felt like she was staring into my soul, ready to pull out all of the nasty secrets I kept. I wouldn’t tell her, though. No matter what she did and no matter what I said, I’d never tell her what her sister did to me.
Because then, there might be two of us that wished her sister dead.
“I will find out, Joseph,” she warned as my back pressed into the secretarial desk on her floor. “I’ll find out exactly what happened between you and my sister. I’ll figure out what you did to each other, because I’m sure you’re not innocent in the matter at all, and when I do, I’ll understand you. Mark my words on that. You think you’re the only one running a game here? You think you’re the only manipulative bastard under this roof? You’re about to see exactly why my family was ecstatic for me to move halfway across the damn country. So, keep pushing. Keep trying to lock me out of my own life and see what happens.”
With her heated eyes burning a hole in my soul, she snatched up the food and drinks. She sauntered off, her hips swaying effortlessly as I stared after her. I’d never seen that kind of command come from her. Her confidence had stiffened my cock against my work pants. I jammed my hand down behind my boxers and righted my girth, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
And it wasn’t until I heard her slam her office door closed that I jolted out of the trance her hips put me in.
* * *
“Son of a fucking bitch,”I groaned.
I tossed the food onto my desk before I plucked a drink from the carrier. Two servings of food, yet only one of me. I might as well have been in my apartment, ordering enough food to eat my feelings away. I dropped down into my office chair and closed my eyes, giving myself a moment to recuperate.
Because finally standing up to Joseph made my body tremble with excitement.
“I just don’t get it,” I whispered to myself.
There were days where I felt that the JoJo I saw on a regular basis here certainly wasn’t the man he wanted to be. I mean, he’d been a wonderful man when he helped me with Tommy, and he seemed genuinely concerned during the entire ordeal. But as I sat there, thinking about what he had just done to my date night, I started having second thoughts.
Maybe he wasn’t redeemable.
Maybe he had let his anger and fear and frustrations eat away at too much of him.
Maybe people really didn’t change that much during their lives.
Or maybe—just maybe—this was his way of trying to scare me off the right path.
“I will find out,” I promised myself.
Even if it cost me the life I was trying to build.
11
Rebecca
I picked awayat the work all weekend, even going so far as to come into the office around midnight Saturday evening when I couldn’t sleep. The work seemed endless, but by the time I chiseled away at all of it I had it ready to go by Sunday afternoon. I slid the folders into JoJo’s folder holder on his office door, then I decided to go home and take a nice, long nap.
Which turned into me not waking up until my alarm went off Monday morning.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
I rolled over and slammed my hand down onto my phone and the alarm turned off. Whether I snoozed it or not, that remained to be seen. But as I flopped over onto my back, I stared at my ceiling fan.
And ten minutes later, my alarm startled me back awake.
