Chapter 64

Arrick opens the door seconds after me and stands there staring at me as though I have completely lost the plot. His face is calm, but he has that tell-tale tense muscle and square jaw of being pissed off that makes me want to scream at him. His shirt is wide open and looks too inviting, even though I am in no mood to go back there. I ask myself why I can’t go back out there and continue when he’s looking like that, but I can hear the ringing again in the room behind him, making me a hundred times worse. I glare at him coldly, like I hate him, even though he hasn’t done anything wrong.

Like every other fucking time, I act like a completely insane, jealous psycho and take it out on him.

“What was that?” Arrick seems mildly irritated, but I know him better and can see the suppressed anger as he tries to keep his cool. As drunk as me and swaying on his feet a little. I guess stopping men mid-sex makes them grumpy too, as he looks pretty pissed, in his subtle but annoying wa