Page 16 of Worth Loving You

His brows furrowed and he snatched the cigarette out his mouth. “You really think I have to pay for that? Have you looked at me?”

Stunned at his arrogance, I crossed my arms, leaning to one leg. “You are so narcissistic.”

He chuckled, grazing his teeth over his bottom lip. “Call it what you want, sweetheart, all I have to do is snap my fingers and the ladies shed their clothes, begging for me to touch them.”

I shuddered, my breath catching in my throat. I didn’t doubt that, my clit was still pulsing with its own heartbeat, wanting to feel those fingers again.

“You are the one who touched me first, remember that when you want to get all high and mighty and moralistic.”

“No, no!” I shouted, shaking my finger. “You…y-you touched me first, on Monday. Twice.”

His eyes darkened, the cherry glowing with a long inhale. “And yet you still called me that night, set up another appointment, and here we are. You still rubbed that slick pussy on my fingers, didn’t you?” He tugged the waist of his pants down and grinned. “Those are your teeth marks, yes, or no?”

“I…I…didn’t want…”

He stiffened, rage contorting his face. The cigarette tucked between his fingers, he pointed. “Not once did you say stop, so don’t you dare go there.”

“No, no, I know.” I whimpered, twisting my fingers.

Strolling past me, he went to the door and opened it. “Wyatt!” he shouted.

Not waiting for his friend, he strode for the bed and plopped on the side. Leaning on the headboard, his legs stretched out, his hand with the cigarette on his stomach, the other tucked behind his head.

A large shadow fell over the room as the huge man made the large space smaller.

“We’re done today. Will you help Ms. Monroe take her table back to her vehicle?”

“Yes, sir.”

Stepping forward, he tugged the sheet off, rolled it into a ball, and threw it at me.

I yelped, jumping, grabbing it when it hit me in the chest. My sight bouncing between the two men, I had no idea what to say or do right now.

“Hey, baby girl.”

Milo was smirking and tapping his cheek, so my waist twisted to look at myself in the mirror. A screech choked, seeing there was still cum on my face.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered, rubbing the sheet to clean myself. Tears burned my eyes, so I buried my head in the material, shaking with shame.

“Ready?” Wyatt barked, standing right beside me.

Yelping again, I hastily threw everything in my bag, sniveling. I had never been so humiliated in my life. How could I let this happen? I played myself and now I was a fool, too embarrassed to look at my own reflection.

“Baby girl.”

A whimper choked me, pausing my retreat. Craning my neck to peer at him, smoke blew from his nostrils.

“You have until tomorrow to give me an answer. If you say no, I need to find someone else.”

Disgusted with myself, I shoved past Wyatt and ran through the expansive apartment, fighting the release of the tears. Swinging open the door, I stumbled down the steps and down the hallway, falling against the elevator, stabbing the button over and over.

I don’t know where I thought I was going since Wyatt had my valet ticket, but I needed to get away from Milo. I had to get off this floor and put distance between us.

The doors opened right as Wyatt caught up. We stepped inside and they swished closed.

“Do us all a favor and turn down whatever offer he gave you.”

“What?”