Page 71 of The Sniper
I don’t know what happened inside that head of his during the event, but by the time we got to the limo, he’d decided to bolt.
Now, after spending the night consuming my body like I’m a buffet, Jayden’s still going to leave.And it hurts.
I could pretend that he is going to ring me and ask me on a date, but I know the truth.He knew we were going to fuck, so has told his boss he needs a transfer.Then decided to take me up on the offer to stay with me, anyway.
It’s my fault.I pushed.
Was it me he wanted, or Steven Stallone's daughter, like all the others?
Well, fuck that.
Jayden doesn’t even have the decency to stay for a five second chat now that we’ve regained consciousness.I’m not falling for the oldI’ll call you.
Angrily, I toss the covers back.
“Tiff,” Jayden pads over to, I assume, kiss me.
“I need the bathroom and some water.”I nudge him away and relieve myself, then come out with a short silk dressing gown on.
He’s still here.
Small miracles.
“I need to go,” he says, fully dressed except the black jacket he has hanging over his arm.
I nod and walk out of the room and down the stairs.
Jay is quiet as he follows me.After all, what is he going to say?Hey nice vagina...until next time.
There won’t be a next time.
I’m done being such a fool with men.
Just before I reach the kitchen door, he curses and takes my arm, spinning me.“Tiff, wait.”
“It’s fine.This is not my first rodeo.”I refuse to look him in the eye.
“What the hell does that mean?”he almost snarls, grabbing my face so I have to see the fire flashing in his eyes.
I let out an angry laugh.“I’m not a virgin, Jayden.We had sex.Lots of it.It’s fine.Go.Do your thing.”
His nostrils flare and his hold tightens on my arm.
But he doesn’t argue.He doesn’t say that he felt like there was more than our bodies gliding together, which is what I felt.He doesn’t say it was the most mind-blowingly amazing sex he’s ever had.
Like I felt.
That it was only because the clock read three in the morning that we finally collapsed, and that being in his arms was different than with any other man.
That I felt safe.
That I felt desired and cherished despite there being no verbal evidence.That the feel of his heart beating under my cheek sent me drifting into a deep sleep.
Nope.He says none of that.
All I see is a blank, unreadable expression as always.
I tug my arm free and head to the kitchen to get a glass of water—
