“Excuse me?” I looked into his eyes. “What are you talking about?”
“I love a good fuck for breakfast.” He leaned forward and kissed me. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to do any tongue work though. Maybe later.”
“You’re such a pig.” I shook my head. “Do you have no shame?”
“Shame? Me?” He laughed and ran his hands through his hair. Then he adjusted his shirt and pants. “Not really.”
He opened the restroom door and stepped out. I stood there and watched as he walked to exit the bathroom.
He stopped at the main door and turned around to look at me. “Oh, by the way, Liv, stop flirting with Henry. That’s never going to happen.”
“Excuse me?” My jaw dropped.
“My brother doesn’t want my sloppy seconds.” His eyes narrowed. “So, stop flirting with him.”
“You jerk.” My heart raced thunderously at his words. In that moment, I hated both him and myself. “How dare you?”
“How dare I what?” He looked me up and down. “Leave my brother alone.”
“I’ll do what I want.”
“We’re just as bad as each other, Liv. You can’t act all high and mighty now. You just had sex with me in a restroom stall while your sister waited outside. You had known the score, and you still did it. I’m not the only pig in this restroom.”
“How dare you?” I was close to tears. This was not how I’d expected this to go down—at all.
“I know you don’t understand my reasons for marrying Gabby when I don’t love her.” He shrugged, his eyes burning into mine. “But that’s not for you to understand. Some of us know that love is the stupidest reason to get married.”
“What?”
“I told you that I proposed to Gabby last week because I did something I regretted last weekend. You asked me if that was having sex with you.” His eyes were dark as he gazed at me. “And the answer is yes and no. I regretted fucking you last weekend. It was you who made me decide to propose to Gabby. Not because you’re her sister. I didn’t know that then.” He gazes at me like I’m some sort of piece of art in a museum and I wonder what he sees when he looks at me?
“What did I do then?” I have no idea what is going on, but is words are cutting into me like a knife. And it hurts. And I don’t want it to hurt and I don’t want him to know.
“It doesn’t matter.” His face softened for a moment as he gazed into my face. “All that matters now is that I am engaged to her, and you’re just going to have to deal with that.”
“I hate you,” I said, with my stomach rumbling in disappointment and rejection.
What I really meant was that I hated both of us. I hated that I’d been so weak that I slept with him again.
“No, you don’t.” He laughed as he turned around. “You just hate how I make you feel. You hate that you can’t control yourself when you’re around me. You hate that the feeling of me inside of you feels like you’re finally complete. You hate that your body belongs to me.”
“What?” My voice dropped. “Why would you say that?”
“Because that’s exactly how I feel as well.” He gave me one last glance and then exited the restroom, leaving me standing there in a daze.
CHAPTER TEN
“Where have you been?” Alice asked me as I walked out of the restaurant.
“You don’t want to know.” I made a face. “Where were you?”
“You don’t want to know either.” Alice made a face, and we just stared at each other for a few seconds.
“Oh, Alice, I’m so dead.”
“What did you do?”
“I was in the rest?—”
