married,” I said with a sneer.
“My wife and I have an understanding. I’m
free to see and sleep with whomever I want.”
“What you’re suggesting is—”
His lips twitched into a mockery of a smile.
“A no-strings, no-promises night of hot, sweaty sex.” His voice
held a cocky confidence.
I scrunched up my nose. He was truly a
worthless piece of shit.
I pasted a smile on my face and delivered my
next line in a saccharine tone. “I wouldn’t fuck you even if you
had a thousand-dollar bill stuck to your limp cock.”
His smile slipped. “Liar,” he accused. “I
saw the way you were staring at me.”
The dude was fucking delusional. I couldn’t
believe I’d let him steal my chances for a normal relationship with
every single guy I met after him. Well, no more. He wasn’t worth
it.
I balled up my fist, stepping toward him.
“That was a gaze of disgust. Get a damn clue, Kyle.”
“Are you seeing someone?”
I scrutinized him as if he’d lost his
mind.
“You didn’t answer, so that means no.” He
grinned like he’d won the fucking lottery.
My nostrils flared. “I didn’t answer because
it’s none of your fucking business, Kyle.”
I wasn’t about to divulge that I hadn’t had
someone in my life for years. Yes, I’d occasionally had sex with a
man when I missed the sensual touch of a lover, but I hadn’t formed
any relationships. I was too emotionally detached for that.
“We can make this work, Sinthia.”
“Fuck off.” I smiled icily.
Rage twisted Kyle’s face, but just for an
instant. Turning on my heel, I walked away.
“This is far from over, Sinthia. I’ll be
seeing you.” His dark tone rang with deadly promise.
“Not if I see you first, idiot,” I said in a
singsong voice, swaying with a grin. There was nothing better than
closing the book on an asshole ex.
I veered off to the left, only to see two
hulking men leaning on each side of the entryway to the rooftop. I
watched Bigsby as he exited the rooftop, storming past the men
guarding it.
Shit. He’s heading my way.
I’d avoided the prick all night. I wasn’t
about to have a boring long conversation that involved him leering
at me like some sex object. I dipped into the empty ladies’
restroom and waited for him to walk past it. I could hear his
footsteps approaching the restroom. Then they stopped and walked
away.
Taking an extra precaution, I waited a beat
before stepping out. I breathed a sigh of relief that Bigsby was
gone, but the two men were still standing guard by the entrance.
Biting my bottom lip, I debated whether I wanted to mess with the
two MMA-looking men or just go back downstairs to the gala. Without
a doubt, I knew either Bigsby or Kyle would be waiting to pounce as
soon as I stepped into the gala. I sighed. That left only one
choice—onward toward the rooftop. I swayed down the hallway,
stopping before the two men leaning up against the wall with their
thick arms crossed. Each one was built like a fucking tank and just
shy of six feet tall.
I smiled winningly at them. “Is the
president of the United States out there on the rooftop?”
They didn’t crack a smile.
Wow. Tough crowd.
“As gorgeous”—I winked at them—“and
intimidating as you two obviously are, I’m going to have to ask you
both to get the fuck out of my way. I need fresh air and lots of
it. So if the president isn’t out there, having some kind of
clandestine meeting about saving the world, then I’m going to the
rooftop.”
I stepped forward, and they swiftly closed
ranks. Irritated, I tried to push them out of the way, but it was
like pushing a brick wall.
“Whoa. Now hang on a minute, sweet cheeks,”
said the one with sandy hair, holding his palms out to ward me
off.
I impishly swayed back and forth. “Come on
now. Are you really going to make me kick your ass in my pretty
dress?”
They both grinned before the one with sandy
hair, looking strong as an ox, said, “Sorry. Not going to be able
to let you
“My wife and I have an understanding. I’m
free to see and sleep with whomever I want.”
“What you’re suggesting is—”
His lips twitched into a mockery of a smile.
“A no-strings, no-promises night of hot, sweaty sex.” His voice
held a cocky confidence.
I scrunched up my nose. He was truly a
worthless piece of shit.
I pasted a smile on my face and delivered my
next line in a saccharine tone. “I wouldn’t fuck you even if you
had a thousand-dollar bill stuck to your limp cock.”
His smile slipped. “Liar,” he accused. “I
saw the way you were staring at me.”
The dude was fucking delusional. I couldn’t
believe I’d let him steal my chances for a normal relationship with
every single guy I met after him. Well, no more. He wasn’t worth
it.
I balled up my fist, stepping toward him.
“That was a gaze of disgust. Get a damn clue, Kyle.”
“Are you seeing someone?”
I scrutinized him as if he’d lost his
mind.
“You didn’t answer, so that means no.” He
grinned like he’d won the fucking lottery.
My nostrils flared. “I didn’t answer because
it’s none of your fucking business, Kyle.”
I wasn’t about to divulge that I hadn’t had
someone in my life for years. Yes, I’d occasionally had sex with a
man when I missed the sensual touch of a lover, but I hadn’t formed
any relationships. I was too emotionally detached for that.
“We can make this work, Sinthia.”
“Fuck off.” I smiled icily.
Rage twisted Kyle’s face, but just for an
instant. Turning on my heel, I walked away.
“This is far from over, Sinthia. I’ll be
seeing you.” His dark tone rang with deadly promise.
“Not if I see you first, idiot,” I said in a
singsong voice, swaying with a grin. There was nothing better than
closing the book on an asshole ex.
I veered off to the left, only to see two
hulking men leaning on each side of the entryway to the rooftop. I
watched Bigsby as he exited the rooftop, storming past the men
guarding it.
Shit. He’s heading my way.
I’d avoided the prick all night. I wasn’t
about to have a boring long conversation that involved him leering
at me like some sex object. I dipped into the empty ladies’
restroom and waited for him to walk past it. I could hear his
footsteps approaching the restroom. Then they stopped and walked
away.
Taking an extra precaution, I waited a beat
before stepping out. I breathed a sigh of relief that Bigsby was
gone, but the two men were still standing guard by the entrance.
Biting my bottom lip, I debated whether I wanted to mess with the
two MMA-looking men or just go back downstairs to the gala. Without
a doubt, I knew either Bigsby or Kyle would be waiting to pounce as
soon as I stepped into the gala. I sighed. That left only one
choice—onward toward the rooftop. I swayed down the hallway,
stopping before the two men leaning up against the wall with their
thick arms crossed. Each one was built like a fucking tank and just
shy of six feet tall.
I smiled winningly at them. “Is the
president of the United States out there on the rooftop?”
They didn’t crack a smile.
Wow. Tough crowd.
“As gorgeous”—I winked at them—“and
intimidating as you two obviously are, I’m going to have to ask you
both to get the fuck out of my way. I need fresh air and lots of
it. So if the president isn’t out there, having some kind of
clandestine meeting about saving the world, then I’m going to the
rooftop.”
I stepped forward, and they swiftly closed
ranks. Irritated, I tried to push them out of the way, but it was
like pushing a brick wall.
“Whoa. Now hang on a minute, sweet cheeks,”
said the one with sandy hair, holding his palms out to ward me
off.
I impishly swayed back and forth. “Come on
now. Are you really going to make me kick your ass in my pretty
dress?”
They both grinned before the one with sandy
hair, looking strong as an ox, said, “Sorry. Not going to be able
to let you
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