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At the last second, he changes course, putting his lips against my ear. “You were turned on earlier watching me and Addison.”
It’s not a question. More a statement of fact. One I’m not going to acknowledge in any shape or form.
“You’re turned on now,” he adds in a sultry voice. A tiny whimper escapes my mouth as his warm breath turns me into a pile of liquefied goo.
So are you.I think it but I can’t say it. I’m incapable of forming words right now.
He skims a hand across my cheek, leaving a fiery trail in his path. I squirm on the counter, more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life, and he’s barely even touching me.
Kyler has seduction down to an art form, if this is any indication.
He aims for my mouth again, and I stop breathing for a second. His eyes are blazing with need as he pins me in place. He runs the tip of his finger across my lips and I part for him. As his mouth lines up with mine, there’s only a minuscule gap between us. He peers deep into my eyes, and his lust-fueled glazed look no doubt mirrors my own.
Anticipation has my body locked up tight.
Suddenly, his lips curl into a sneer and he snickers.
The moment is gone. The heat in my veins extinguishes.
He steps back, creating space between us.
Disappointment wars with rage and humiliation inside me.
“You and me,” he says, gesturing between us. “I know you want it. You’re practically begging for it, but hell will freeze over before I touch you like that.”
Chapter Twelve
The urge to flee is riding me hard. Humiliation scalds my skin, but I’m not letting him see he’s gotten to me. “Actually, we’re on the same page.” I slither down the counter away from him. “Because I don’t touch wankers with shit for brains.” I push off the counter, plastering the most venomous look on my face as I give him a derisory once-over. “I wouldn’t lower myself.”
“We both know that’s bullshit, but you continue lying to yourself, baby. Whatever makes you feel better.”
“Fuck you.”
“Wouldn’t you love to?” He casts a final derogatory look over his shoulder as he saunters out of the room.
Tears prick my eyes but I blink them away. I will not be reduced to tears by that fuckwit. The other day, I thought I saw a more tender side to him, but I was clearly mistaken. Heisthe sum of how he appears, and that’s not a compliment. My tears quickly transform, and I’m seething now. Beyond angry.Who does he think he is to treat me like this?Pumped full of self-righteous indignation, I storm after him, prepared to give him a piece of my mind.
Charging into the lobby, I slam face-first into someone and stumble back, crashing to the ground for the second time tonight.Jeez, can this day please be over with?
James curses. He crouches down on his heels, swaying slightly as he inspects me. “I’m so sorry, Faye. Didn’t see you there. Are you okay?” I instinctively shrink back from his stinking whiskey breath.
“What di…” Kyler marches into the lobby, his speech trailing off as he spots his dad and me.
James struggles to get to his feet, and Kyler’s face contorts sourly. He extends his hand to help me up, but I ignore it, and him, scrambling to my feet by myself.
“Get to bed, both of you, it’s late.” James voice is slurred, and Kyler’s face twists into an ugly sneer.
“You’re an asshole.” His acidic tone cuts right through me.
“I am your father,” James grits out between clenched teeth. “And you will RESPECT me!” He roars the last part, and I flinch a little.
I start to maneuver around them, not wanting to get caught in the middle of whatever’s going on here. James sways again as he tries to straighten up. He is steaming drunk. My eyes roam over him in amazement. He’s wearing a slim-fit black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, trendy slim-fitting jeans, and black sneakers. All his clothing bears the signature K symbol—of course—but that’s not what’s surprising. He’s dressed exactly like his sons, and, to be honest, he looks absurd. That old chestnut,Mutton dressed as lamb, springs to mind. I briefly wonder if he’s going through some type of mid-life crisis.
“I will respect you,” Kyler says through gritted teeth, “when you have earned that right.”
James jabs his finger into Kyler’s chest. “I have sacrificed everything for you! For this family! And this is the thanks I get?!”
“What have you ever given me?” Kyler pushes his angry face into James’.
