Page 26 of Coveted By Cupid

He stammers for a moment before asking, “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m the man who filled your slot, boy,” I answer, crossing my arms across my chest. “Now fuck off to whatever Urban Outfitters you raided and leave my woman alone.”

“Your woman?” he mutters, gawking at me.

“Did I stutter? Piss off. We’re busy.”

“Cupid,” Vanessa says tersely, “don’t entertain him. He’s not worth the headache.”

Boden cranes his neck to see around me, trying to catch a glance of the woman he lost. “Vanessa, who is this guy?”

The loser can’t take a hint and it’s pissing me right off. “You’ve got a hearing problem or a cognitive one? I already told you. I’m her man.”

Vanessa gasps as if I’m saying something shocking. “Cupid!”

“Don’t worry, beautiful. I’m handling it.”

She scoffs. “I don’t need you fighting my battles.”

I almost snort. “Yes, I see how well your gentle parenting has worked on this tool.”

“Gentle my ass. I’ll have you know I beaned him in the head this afternoon with a loaf of bread.”

“Really?” I ask, impressed. “Was it fresh or day-old?”

“Fresh,” she mumbles, knowing it’s less effective.

“Not good enough. Now, it’s my turn.”

“What the hell is going on here?” the jackwagon yells, unable to wrap his head around seeing another man in his ex’s apartment.

“What’s going on is you’re interrupting me from being balls deep in your ex-girlfriend.”

Boden looks like he’s short-circuiting, shaking his head with disbelief. “No. No way.”

“Yes, way,” I say, digging the verbal knife deeper. “You fucked up, and she moved on—with me. She traded up for a real man who knows a good thing when it’s looking him right in the face.”

Her ex is turning tomato red, looking like he’s ready to pop off. “The hell she is! She’s my girl. Get the fuck out of her place. I need to speak with her.”

I laugh in his face as if he had said the funniest thing imaginable. “Right? And she just let me eat her out like a five-course meal when she’s yours.”

“Fuck you!” Boden takes a swing at me, but I expected it. Rattle a man’s cage enough and he becomes the most predictable creature.

I catch his fist in my palm, shoving him all the way across the hall where he hits the wall with a hard thud. He grimaces, trying to regain his balance before slumping to the floor, but I’m already on him, grabbing him by the neck and holding him against the wall.

Vanessa screams in shock at my back, and a few nosy neighbors pop their heads out of their apartments to see what is happening in the hallway.

Boden gasps when I squeeze his scrawny neck. “Get off me!”

I get right in his face, letting him smell her scent lingering on my beard. “You’re a dumb one, aren’t you? Letting someone like her go is a damn shame. But your screw-up is all my gain. She tastes real sweet, too.”

“You’re a liar,” he chokes in a wheezing breath.

“You need proof? Fine.” I yank out her cotton panties from my back pocket and shove them in his mouth. “There you have it, saturated with her cream from me making her wet.”

“Oh, my god!” Vanessa cries, sounding mortified.

I release the fuck boy, backing away and letting him cough on her panties. He pulls them from his mouth, staring at the evidence in his hands with horror. Boden must recognize the white panties with a skeletal hand giving him the bird right in the front—they’re too specific to be anyone’s other than Vanessa’s.