I allowed his hand to rest on my stomach as he snaked it up my shirt.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, it took everything in me not to flinch. His touch felt wrong, but it would be what I needed to escape. I had him right where I wanted him.
Comfortable.
“Take off your pants,” I whispered.
The last thing I wanted was to see any part of him. But I couldn’t stand the way his hands roamed my body. I needed his hands off of me and his pants around his ankles. I needed him vulnerable.
“Wow. Someone is eager. Could have guessed that from you, though. You’ve always been so easy.”
Did he really think that degradation was my kink?
BARF.
He didn’t know me at all.
“Why would I turn down the chance to have you when I could never get enough of you? Plus, if you’ve grown up, and you’re claiming to be better than your dad, I can’t wait to be proven wrong.”
EYEROLL.
He was an even bigger dumbass than I thought if he actually believed every word I said. And on top of that, I deserved a fucking Oscar for making him think I actually wanted anything to do with him. What I really wanted was to weaken him so I could kick him in the dick and make a mad dash for the door.
With a smug grin on his face, he unbuttoned his jeans, dropping them to the floor. Now, I was one step closer to getting out of here.
“Underwear.” I nodded my head down.
I didn’t want to look. I couldn’t look. I couldn’t let my eyes wander and act like I desired that part of him. But he wouldn’t come running after me if his pants were down. It would buy me a few more seconds to lose him.
“You really want this don’t you?” he said, gripping himself outside of his briefs.
Honestly, I didn’t have a thing to say to him that wouldn’t give me away. What I wanted to say was,“No, absolutely not. You’re fucking disgusting.”Instead, I remained quiet, grabbed my hair tie from around my wrist and tied my hair back.
Once my hair was secured in a ponytail, he pulled down his boxers, and I willed my eyes to remain on his cold darkened gaze the entire time.
As much as he wanted me to look at his cock and feed his ego that he was better than Daddy Dearest, I would never.
“Back against the wall,” I ordered.
“When did you get so bossy?”
When I needed you to be as far away from the door as possible.
“Seems like you like it.” I began to lower my body, keeping my eyes stuck on his. “Now, close your eyes.”
He followed my command like a fool.
Jax was right where I wanted him. Pants down, furthest from the door, and closing his eyes like I wasactuallyabout to suck him off.
Unfortunately for him, just as he relaxed, I worked quickly. Once I sprung up, my foot made direct contact with the middle of his legs, and I watched as he fell to his knees like a wounded baby deer.
Working as fast as I could, I grabbed my bag from the ground and snagged my phone that he had set aside on the bathroom sink.
“YOU BITCH!” he cried as I made my escape.
Running faster than I ever had, I fiddled with my phone as I created distance between me and the bathroom. Spencer had called endlessly. But as I lost myself in between some slot machines, I didn’t need to call him back.
Just like I told myself earlier, he’d come for me.
