“I know, but I want to.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He cupped my cheek, his eyes holding mine a little longer than necessary. Then, finally, he pulled away and headed upstairs.
I told myself to focus on anything other than what I wanted to do to him.
It didn’t work.
My thoughts betrayed me, circling back to Ocean no matter how hard I tried to redirect them. I wanted him, and I wanted him in ways I couldn’t make go away.
When I realized I couldn’t fight it another second, I pushed off the couch and started up the stairs. I could hear the water running in the bathroom at the end of the hall.
But it wasn’t the only thing I could hear.
It sounded like Ocean was on the phone.
“Give me a minute to finish handling business here. Once I’m done, I’ll slide through,” he said.
I could feel heat surging through my body.
If he was on the phone with another bitch, I was going to lose it.
Calm down, Skye. It could be anybody.
I cleared my throat, letting him know that I was in the room.
“Let me call you back,” he spoke into his phone.
“Nah, don’t hang up. I want to hear the rest of the conversation.”
He shrugged. “It’s not really much to hear.”
“Mmhmm, finish the damn conversation. I want to hear all about how you’re about to slide through and see another bitch.”
“Bitch?” I heard a woman say on the other end.
My eyes widened. “I fucking knew it!”
Livid, I spun around and stormed out of the bathroom.
What the hell was I thinking? This man wasstilla man. After spending hours trying to make me feel comfortable in his arms, he was literally preparing to spend the night with the next trick.
“Skye!”
“Leave me the fuck alone, Ocean,” I shot back as I raced down the stairs.
“Skye, come back here.”
“No.”
I snatched my purse from the couch and hurried toward the door. But before I could open it, Ocean’s arm was around my waist, pulling me against him.
“Let me go.”
“No.”
“Yes! I can’t stay here,” I shouted. “I can’t believe I was about to come upstairs and fuck you, meanwhile you’re making plans with another bitch.”
