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“That’s because you’re very hard to put up with.”

“It’s because I’m incapable of thinking about anyone else but you.”

“Liar.”

“You’ll always be my favorite hypocrite when it comes to lying.” He narrows his eyes. “How serious is this relationship?”

I say nothing.

“Are you letting him kiss you?”

“Jameson—”

“Answer me.”

“I don’t have to.”

“So, you’re fucking him?”

He doesn’t give me the chance to answer.

“You could’ve at least asked for my permission before you moved on to someone else.”

“Your permission?” I glare at him. “Is that what you just said?”

“Yes.” He glares right back. “My fucking permission, since you promised that your pussy belongs to me.”

“Good to know I was just ‘sex’ to you.”

“You weren’t and you know that.” His face reddens. “You fucking know that.”

“Right.” I nod. “I was also the woman who wasn’t allowed to ask you too many questions about your personal life, and couldn’t get upset about you representing some of the most terrible people on this planet.”

“You were more than that, too.”

“Doesn’t seem like it…” My breath hitches as he crosses the room, and my heart trips in my chest until he’s standing right in front of me.

“Scarlett…”

Without finishing that sentence, he slides his hand against my neck before threading his fingers through my hair.

“I would really appreciate it if you answered my questions,” he says, finally. “I’ll answer any of yours.”

I swallow as he trails a finger across my lips, as my body begs me to give in to him—to ease the ache between my thighs that’s worsened every night since I left him.

“Please,” he says, his voice low. “Can we talk?”

“No.”

“Okay…” He keeps his eyes on mine, still touching my bottom lip. “Can we fuck?”

“What?” I gasp. “I hate you.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“That’s fine,” he says. “Can we fuck?”