The thought of having Chanel naked would have had me hard the minute the offer left her plump red lips, but not now. When I think of going to bed with a woman, all I see is Misty. The only woman I want to be buried deep inside.
“No.”
“No?”
It’s only the second time I’ve turned her down, so I can’t blame her for being surprised. I, however, am not. There’s no giving in this time. I don’t want her anymore.
“No.”
“This is really done? Us?”
“Chanel—”
“What if I do all the things you love?”
The chuckle that comes out is involuntary and pisses her off. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Biting her lower lip, she looks up through thick, fake lashes. She’s trying to look enticing when she looks like a wannabe porn star. “I’ll suck you dry.”
“Already got someone who does that. And she does it for fun. I never have to ask.”
This really pisses her off, and she rolls her shoulders. “Fine. We’ll do it.”
“It?”
“You know.”
No, I actually have no fucking idea. There could be so many things. Even though the sex was great, the positions were pretty limited. What worked best for her and only her was our go-to moves.
“You can have my ass. Again.”
Well, that’s intriguing. Enough to make my cock twitch, but not enough to let her inside the house. “No.”
Her face falls. That was her last bargaining chip. “Zep, no. This… We can’t be done.”
“We are, Chanel.”
“You’d rather be with… her?”
The disgust in her tone makes me angry, and I lean against the house. My back’s to the park to block the sun as Chanel shifts into my shadow. As much as her comment makes me angry, I’m not a complete asshole. Yet.
And the tears are back, but they don’t fall. In fact, I don’t remember ever seeing her actually cry. All her crying in the past hasn’t really been crying.
How the fuck does she do that? And does that mean she’s a sociopath?
“She’s there for me in every way you aren’t,” I say.
“She can’t fuck you better than I can.”
She runs a hand over my bicep, and I cross my arms over my chest. “Every fucking time.”
Pulling her hand back like I just lit my arm on fire, she gasps. “You’re lying.”
“It’s not just about the sex, though. She’sthere, Chanel. Anytime I need her, she’s around. To talk. To listen. She actually gives a shit about me.”
“I give a shit about you!”
I laugh and shake my head. “No, you don’t. You only care about what I can give you, and I’m not offering it anymore. I don’t want you.”
