“I mean it,” I say. “I don’t remember. We didn’t have a fight. No arguments beyond the small things everyone fights about. You just left one day.”
“You know why, Zep.”
Do I? “Obviously not.”
I want to reach out and tuck a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, but I don’t. I just stare into her green eyes as I wait for an explanation I never got. Or asked for. Until now.
“I love you,” Chanel says. “I’ll probably always love you, but this isn’t the life I imagined for myself.”
She just said it. I’m good enough to fuck, but I’m not the one she sees forever with. “How long are we going to do this?”
“Do what?”
For a smart girl, she sure is playing the dumb blonde card. “Fucking me while planning a wedding with him.”
“Well, until the wedding.”
“Then this is over?”
“No,” she says and giggles like she’s just told the funniest joke. “Then I’ll be fucking youafterI’m a married woman.”
After she’s a married woman. She’s going to keep me as her side piece forever. For as long as I’ll let her because she thinks I can’t turn her away.
“Why do you keep coming back?”
“Because I can’t get enough of you,” she says, looking into my eyes.
I lift an eyebrow. “Dorian doesn’t give you what I do?”
“He’s fine, but you’re… You know what I like without me having to tell you. It’s just different.”
Better. At least I have that going for me. I fuck better than he does.
“What did you tell him?”
“Excuse me?”
“The fiancé. What did you tell Dorian to be able to be in my bed right now?”
Chanel giggles and flicks my nipple ring. “I’m on a business trip. He has no idea.”
The front door being kicked off its hinges downstairs makes me chuckle. “I suspect he might have an idea that I’m the business you’re doing.”
I climb off the bed and pull my pants on just as Dorian appears in the bedroom doorway. Getting my ass kicked while bucknaked isn’t really on the list of things I’d like to do. Ever. There’s too great of a chance of having something grabbed I don’t want grabbed.
He drags me outside, and his fist lands a hit to my eye. I fall to the front yard, and I consider my options. I could fight back. But what would that accomplish?
Nothing.
I could beat Dorian within an inch of his life. We both know that no matter how pissed he is, he can’t stop me from putting him in the hospital if I really try. But doing so won’t give me what I want.
“Dorian, stop!” Chanel screams as she stands in the doorway wrapped in my sheet.
Yeah, not a great option to calm him down, babe.
“Shut the fuck up!” Dorian shouts.
His anger channels back toward me, and he hits me again, this time in the ribs. From the outside, it probably looks like I’m not fighting back. And that viewpoint would be correct. I deserve this ass kicking.
