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“You’re not a fucking lady, Angela, now get your ass onto the bike.”
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I didn’t speakto her again. Not one single word. Not until I had closed the door of my room behind me.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Not looking at her, I stomped my way over to my dresser and the full bottle of bourbon I kept hidden there. I needed a drink if I was to get through having her near me. Not because I was mad, the anger was already fading, but because the feel of Angela’s arms around my waist and her tits pressed up against my back on the ride home had my dick jumping like a yoyo.
Damn woman affected me like no other female ever had.
“Anyone would think you weren’t happy to see me?” she crooned. Flinging herself down on the bed, she stretched herself out, leaning back on her arms so her breasts were thrust forward. My eyes darted to them before I could stop myself.
“I’m not.” I eyed her closely. “And get the fuck off my bed.”
“You like me on your bed, Monster.” Pointedly she licked her lips, her eyes dropping to my crotch.
Silently I groaned. This girl was the fucking devil.
“Or do you need a reminder?”
“The fuck do you want Angela? Why are you here?” I left out the million other questions I had for her. Those weren’t important right then.
“You owe me.” The flirting was gone from her voice.
“I don’t owe you shit. We had one night together, that was it. One night, and now you are here and….”
“I’m getting married.”
Throwing back my head, I laughed before I could help myself. “Well, congratulations. Does the poor sap know what a fucking psycho you are? You still haven’t answered my question though. Why the fuck are you here?”
“I’m getting married,” she repeated. Gliding over to me, she pressed both hands on my chest, her face tilting up to mine. For a second I was hypnotised by the gloss on her lips. The pouty way they were just begging to be kissed.
“Still not sure what that has got to do with me. You fancied one last go before the big day or…?”
“I’m getting married to you.”
10
ANGELA
The laughter diedon his lips the moment I said the words. His handsome face closed down and he risked a glance down at my stomach before he could stop himself. There was genuine worry on his face.
“You mean…?”
Laughing, I shook my head. “Fuck no, what kind of moron do you think I am. Knocking me up isn't the reason you are going to marry me, Monster.”
“I wouldn't have married you even if I had put a kid in you, Angela, that’s not the way the world works anymore.” His grip on my arms tightened. His fingers dug into my skin and stretched the material of my blouse tight. “So, I’ll ask again, what the fuck are you doing here?”
“And I told you, I’m here to get married.” All the flirtatious teasing was gone from my voice. I pressed myself against him. The hardness of his chest forced my breasts up. Monster’s eyes bugged out for a second. “You owe me, asshole.”
He blinked down at me, shock and lust warring across his face. “I don’t owe you shit.”
“But you do.” Reaching up, I raked my nails across his cheek. “And if it makes you feel better, then I will make sure you are rewarded for your troubles.”
“Rewarded?” He laughed a great big belly laugh that shook his whole body. “Love, your pussy isn't that special.”
Dropping my hands from his face, I slid them down his body until I was cupping the erection I could feel in his jeans. “We both know that isn't true. But...” I stepped away from him so suddenly that for a moment he looked shocked. I started to unbutton my blouse. “I wasn't talking about sex, although we both know that was pretty darn good.”
“Then what are you talking about?” Monster’s mouth hung open as I shrugged the blouse from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle of red silk. “And what the fuck are you doing?”
