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He didn’t wait for us to say anything, he just walked off.

That was Jack all over.

When he was out of sight, Leonie punched my chest and shouted, “Oh my god, you are a prick! You knew he was there!” Her hits were feeble when she was anything but. “You didn’t mean a word you just said, did you?”

I caught her fists. “I did.”

“No, you just didn’t want to see me with him. Get your girlfriend out of my flat,” she ordered, fighting against my grip. “Then don’t come back.”

“You don’t mean that,” I told her, holding her prisoner.

She seethed, wrists relaxing in my shackles. “Don’t come back.”

“Do you want me to go home with her?” I asked, trying to catch her gaze. “You couldn’t even handle me kissing her, Leo. Imagine what I would do—”

“No!” she shouted and fought again, pushing me off. “I lied, I do hate you. Ihateyou.”

She picked up her shoes and dashed back into the building.

I groaned and followed after her. Inside, I stopped the lift door with my fist and joined her. She huddled in the corner, arms folded, trying to get as far away from me as possible. “You did that on purpose. I deserve better,” she grumbled, her hair falling before her face.

“You do,” I said, pushing the strands back behind her ear and holding her jaw. “But you don’t want better.”

Through blinks, she glanced up at me, not answering. Those big blue eyes. As much as I loved their focus on me, the only thing I wanted to do was force them to roll back into her head.

Against this fucking mirror in this fucking lift.

Behind me, the door dinged, opening on Leo’s floor. She shoved past and into her flat.

“The food—” Ivy started, smiling on the sofa before seeing whatever expression Leonie held and looking at me, startled.

Leo locked herself in her room and Ivy’s mouth remained open.

“I’ll take you home, Ivy,” I said and gestured to her shoes. “If you still want food, we can go through a driveway on the way.”

“Oh, okay,” Ivy said, scrambling to get them on. She whispered, looking up as she clasped them blind, “Is sheokay?”

I shook my head once. “Leo, I’m going to drop Ivy home now. Let me know if you need anything. I’ll pick you up at 11 am.”

Leonie only grunted.

38

It’s Been Years

Leonie

For at least an hour, I tried to get myself off in my bedroom. But I just felt dirty. Dirty for sleeping with my best friend’s brother, not once, twice or even three times, butfive. I felt dirtier at the fact I could only get off on the thought of him. How I still wanted him. How I didn’t care that he’d kissed me for Jack to see.

LEONIE: Come back.

Because, despite it all, I was weak. I wanted to believe what he had said. Despite all the hurt he had caused me when I needed him most… I needed him now. Not just for sex.I needed him.

Dom didn’t reply.

Even in the shower, using the water pressure, my mind was just not in the right place. And I’d lead myself on by grinding on Jack’s lap, from his sweet, gentle kisses and Dom’s dominating mouth.

I groaned to release some of the tensionas I turned off the stream of water and then half-heartedly threw the towel to my chest before walking out into the living room.