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Pussy.

I let out a harsh breath and slam my fist against the dashboard.

I can’t let this fester. Can’t let her get under my skin like Maya did.

Because I know myself. If I let this keep building, I’ll do something fucking reckless.

Like drive back to that house.

Like throw her over the nearest surface.

Like fuck her until she can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t think of anything but me.

And if I do that, I won’t stop.

I start the car and peel out of the parking lot, ignoring the way my cock twitches at the thought of her.

I need to get my head straight.

Chapter 19

The ice pack presses against my cheek, numbing the ache but doing nothing for the simmering frustration in my chest. I replay the fight with Caleb over and over in my head, the words he’d snarled at me still cutting deep.

“Don’t act like you’re above it, Grayson. You’re into the same shit as me.”

The fucked up thing is he’s right.

I see myself in him.

I throw the ice pack onto the counter and run a hand through my hair. The thought gnaws at me, making my skin crawl and my jaw tighten.

My phone buzzes on the counter, and I grab it, seeing the front desk’s number. Finally, my car.

I answer, “Yeah?”

“Mr. Grayson, we have a… visitor for you. A Sienna Jacobs?”

I freeze, the blood draining from my face. “She’s on her way up?”

“Yes, sir.”

Fuck.

I hang up, trying to pull myself together as I hear the elevator ding. My face still aches from the hit I took earlier, and I’m sure I look like hell.

The doorbell rings, and I grab the ice pack again, holding it against my cheek as I open the door.

She’s dressed in a simple black skirt and a fitted red sweater, her auburn curls brushing her shoulders. She smells like citrus and vanilla, and she’s holding an empty Diet Coke can in her hand.

“Hey,” I say, leaning against the doorframe.

She doesn’t say hi back. Just shoves past me, shoulder hitting my chest, moving like she owns the place. The crushed Diet Coke can lands on my counter with a hollow clang before she turns to face me, arms crossed tight, eyes burning with fury.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Her voice is sharp, slicing through the quiet of my apartment.

I shut the door slowly, watching her, taking in every small, furious movement. The way her hands curl into fists at her sides. The way her chest rises and falls too fast, like she ran up here just to rip me apart.

I exhale, forcing calm. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”