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“Answer the question.”
“I don’t fuck anyone twice.”
I can see he’s rendered speechless, but only for a moment, because then his features twist in anger. “So you did fuck her.”
“Yes.”
I barely have time to register the flash of silver before he’s trying to drive the damn thing into me.
I catch his wrist midair.
His momentum carries him halfway over the table before he stops, the fork hovering a few inches from my chest. I hold his wrist, keeping it suspended between us while he glares at me. “It was a long time ago,” I say mildly. “Stop throwing fits.”
“Fits?” he snaps. “I’ll show you a fit, you—”
I start laughing. Something about him being violently offended over Sasha of all people is too good. I really enjoy when he’s jealous. I think it’s very adorable. It makes me want to pin him down and fuck my cum into him so he knows I only ever want to claim him.
He yanks against my grip. “Stop laughing! Is that why she posted a picture with you on her bed? Doesn’t seem so long ago to me!”
“Sasha is—”
He jerks his hand free and points a finger at my chest. “New boundary. Never say her name to me again.”
“Done.”
He blinks, clearly not expecting compliance. “That easy?”
“Yes. Now let me finish.”
I reach for the fork he nearly used to murder me with.
His eyes narrow, but he settles back into his chair.
“The picture you saw is old. I slept with her once. I was drunk, and there was never anything else.”
His expression remains suspicious. “Then why is she always around you?”
“She shows up wherever I am.”
“And you just let her?”
“I ignore her.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “You ignored me too.”
I tilt my head. “You were doing it first, little prince. You kept telling me to get the fuck away from you, remember?”
His lower lip trembles imperceptibly before he bites down on it. I think he’s trying to swallow whatever he actually wants to say.
I reach across the table and brush my thumb gently over his cheek.
“You can’t keep pushing me away and then get angry when I listen to you.”
His eyes flick up to mine. “I don’t like it,” he admits quietly.
“I know.” I let my hand linger against his face. “But if you want me around, you have to let me stay.”
He looks at me for a moment before asking, reluctantly, “And you won’t… sleep with someone else?”
