I’dreached the top of the stairs as her words reached me, and Iturned to face her, horrified. “What the fuck did you just say?”
She smiled smugly at me as she continued up the stairs, her gaze fixed on mine. “Isaid, I’mglad you don’tcare that you just gave me my first orgasm, because that would be really awkward.”
We stood toe to toe as she came up onto the landing, me staring down at her, and her staring up at me adefiant glint in her eye.
“You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me, Jolie.” Isqueezed my eyes closed but almost immediately opened them again when, behind my closed lids, all Isaw was her screaming as my cock slammed into her that first time. Idragged my hands through my hair and shook my head. “You’re fuckin’ with me, right? You expect me to believe no man has ever made you come before now? Fuck you,” Iscoffed, and turned from her.
“You already did,” she snarked.
Ishook my head and headed down the hallway, ready to pack up my shit, get on my bike, and take the fuck off, because the situation was even more fucked up than Ithought. I’dcall Max and tell him to get down there and babysit her, because Isure as shit shouldn’tbe anywhere near her.
“Stop walking away from me,” she yelled.
“Put some fuckin’ clothes on then!” Iyelled back, my anger and frustration growing.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!!
“You didn’tseem to mind ten minutes ago when you were inside of me!” she yelled back, and when Icontinued to ignore her, she yelled, “You didn’tseem to mind when you fucked my virginity away, Gauge.”
Istopped walking abruptly and turned back to her, my eyes wide, my stomach sinking. Dread clawed at me and Ishook my head at her as she came closer. Her chin was raised in defiance, but the hurt was glaring in her eyes.
“Please tell me this is some sick joke, Jolie,” Ibegged, practically choking on the words.
Some of her anger left her, whether it was because of the devastation she could see on my face or because she was just tired from arguing, Iwasn’tsure. But she shook her head almost apologetically.
“It’strue,” she said with aswallow.
“But you work in astrip club,” Isaid, grasping at straws.
“Oh fuck you, Gauge. This is exactly what Iwas talking about. You know, just because Iwork in astrip club doesn’tmean I’mawhore!” she said with disgust—the disgust clearly aimed at me and my attitude. “Despite what people think of me—and Iknow they think many things about me—I…”
“Iswear to God if you say you saved yourself I’mgonna throw up,” Iinterjected, and she scowled.
“You are truly pathetic, you know that?” She turned around and headed toward her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Istood in the hallway, my blood staining the plush carpet, my cock throbbing, my back burning, and my mind running amillion miles an hour. She still hadn’tanswered my question, but I’dgotten my answer to one degree or another. Istill had no clue why awoman like her had never slept with anyone before though. Maybe she really did scare men away. Iwasn’tscared to admit that she scared the shit out of me; that was part of the attraction.
Her door suddenly opened and she came out fully dressed, heels and everything. She took one look at me still standing there and scoffed before heading to the stairs, and it was then Irealized she was about to leave.
“You can’tgo, Jolie,” Icalled as Imade after her. My strides were long and Icaught up to her halfway down the stairs. Igrabbed her arm and swung her to face me. “You can’tfuckin’ go yet.”
“I’mnot staying here another minute with you,” she argued back, and attempted to snatch her arm away.
“You don’tgot achoice,” Igrowled out. “Go to your room and stay there until Itell you we can go if you don’twant to see me, but you’re not leaving this house today.”
The fire in her eyes ignited and she swung with her hand and slapped me hard across the face. “I’mnot afucking child, Gauge!”
“Simmer the fuck down, Jolie!” Ibellowed as pain lanced through my face. Iglared down at her but she remained unflinching. Any other woman…hell, any other man would be frozen to the spot in terror right about then. But not that bitch. She was ten cans of crazy with aside order of don’t-give-a-fuck.
“Or what, Gauge?” She narrowed her eyes at me, her hands on her hips. “What are you going to do, huh? Big strong man like you. Are you going to hit me? Shoot me?” She laughed and shook her head as she stopped in front of me. “You,” she said, jabbing my chest with her finger, “don’tscare me.”
We were face to face, eyes connected and burning like the gates of hell had been opened, neither of us willing to back down. Igritted my teeth, barely controlling my temper, and she smirked.
“That’swhat Ithought. You can’tdo shit to stop me,” she purred, and started to turn away.
That was it.
That was motherfuckin’ it!
