Page 46 of Dirty Like Zane
Before I ended up on his damn dickagain.
Fully dressed, I yanked on my high-heeledboots.
“You can’t run away from me forever,” he informedme.
“Can’tI?”
“What’s the point of that? You know we’re just gonna end up talking about itanyway.”
And here wego.
I ignored him, checking myself out in the mirror. I ran my hands through my hair; I’d straightened it yesterday, so it was nice and smooth. I still had yesterday’s makeup on, too; I rarely slept in mymakeup.
Just another sign that my life was fallingapart.
I licked my finger and quickly cleaned away the little smudges of raccoon eyes from under my lower lashes. Otherwise, I lookedokay.
Good enough,anyway.
Zane sighed. “We need to talk about this,Maggs.”
“Talk aboutwhat?”
“Our relationship. Our fuckingmarriage.”
Right.
I should’ve known. I should’ve known he’d turn this into anargument.
He couldn’t just fuck me and leave well enoughalone.
We had eighteen months, at bloody minimum, to get through, and he couldn’t just keep his mouth shut for a mere fewhours?
“This isn’t a relationship, Zane,” I said, hunting for my purse. “This is two people using eachother.”
“Using…? What the fuck are you talkingabout?”
“Using. Each other. Fucking. You get me off, I get you off.” That was all it could ever be, anyway. “Let’s not complicate it with otherbullshit.”
“What bullshit?” He got out of bed slowly, and started getting dressed while I finally located my purse. “The fact that we care about each other? Because I think the ship has fucking sailed on thatone.”
I looked him dead in the eye. “I care about you. I care about a lot of people.” I started digging through my purse for my phone. “This isn’t special,Zane.”
“Like fuck it’snot.”
“It’s not tome.”
It wasn’t. It couldn’t be. I was still trying like hell to convince myself that it couldn’tbe.
Zane was a sex god and that was that. I wasn’t immune to it, and neither was mypussy.
I never hadbeen.
But I wasn’t gonna make the mistake of letting it become somethingmore.
Something so fucked-up, it would destroy mylife.
Not even Zane Traynor’s godlike dick was worththat.
