Page 91 of Mistaken Prejudice

“You mean after he poured the drink on Shay-Lee?”

“Yeah. We got into a serious fight after, and I told him some heavy shit. He’s been ignoring me ever since.” My heart ached at the memory of Diesel shutting himself off from me. “I feel like crap.”

“What did you tell him?” While his voice was calm and normal, he continued to bounce his leg as if he would rather be doing anything but listen to me right now. It made me feel uncomfortable.

“Well, I told him I won’t be able to go to Bali because of the job your dad offered me.” I’d told Miles about our plans to travel once school ended the day his dad offered me the job.

“So?” He looked at me, almost bored.

“So… he got mad.”

He continued to stare at me like I spoke a different language, and he couldn’t understand what I was saying.

“So he got angry, big surprise. The man gets angry if you tell him good morning.”

“That’s not the point.” I shoved my fingers through my hair. “We planned that trip for years.”

“And if he were thinking about you instead of himself, he would have understood why you gave up on a trip for such a good opportunity.”

He got up from beside me and went over to the Bluetooth speaker again. With his back turned to me, I spoke.

“I hurt his feelings.”

“And he ignored yours.” He looked around the room before he paused. “Have you seen my phone?”

“What the hell, Miles?”

“What?” He shrugged. “I want to put on a different song, but I can’t if I don’t have my phone.”

“Your phone is on the bed,” I said, annoyed. “I’m trying to tell you something that’s bothering me.”

“I know, I know.” He apologized as he came to sit beside me again. “But I can’t listen while this song is playing, so I have to change it.” He put on a new song before he let go of his phone. “Okay, so he got mad because you chose to do something in your life that didn’t include him. I don’t see why it’s a bad thing. You did nothing wrong.”

“But it feels like it.” I cracked my knuckles. “I feel like shit.”

And I did. I felt terrible about how things were between Diesel and me at the moment. What if he’d never speak to me again?

Miles’s hand slid over my knee and went up my thigh as he pressed his lips to my ear and nibbled on my lobe.

“I can make you feel better.” He chuckled in his sexy voice that would often make me forget about my problems, but not today. Sex was the last thing on my mind at the moment.

“I don’t really want to do it right now.” I turned my head away, but he cupped me over my pants instead of backing off.

“C’mon, it will make you feel better,” he murmured, kissing my neck and pressing his palm harder against my cock.

“I said I don’t want to fuck.” Pushing his hand away, I got up from the bed.

Miles stared at me with his mouth open before his brows pulled together, and anger took over his face.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he snapped.

“Me?” I almost gasped at him. “I’m trying to talk with you, actually talk about something that bothers me, and you can’t bring yourself to even listen?”

“Fuck you, Andrei.” He stood up. “First, you get mad because I bought you presents.” He stopped and picked a gift bag from the floor.

“I-I wasn’t mad about it,” I argued.

“Yes, you were!” He threw the bag in my face, but I moved in time to dodge it.