He left with her.
Anger coursed through her veins as her eyes stayed glued to the door they went out. Dean was busy making love to her ass, while all she could do was fume about the fact that he left. With her! Had he been sleeping around since they parted? Why did she care? She broke it off with him; she lied and made it seem like he didn’t matter. She was the one at fault here. Why was she so mad? Why was she allowing this jealousy to eat at her like this?
There was no explanation but damn it, she was.
Breaking away from Dean, she headed for the door. For what, she didn’t know, but she needed to tell Phillip that he was an asshole. Yes, that was what she needed to do. Stomping through the club, she reached the side door and pushed it opened, her blood boiling and her body ready for a fight, but she paused when she saw Phillip leaning against the wall, his phone in his hands.
Alone.
The girl wasn’t on her knees in front of him or even bent over with her ass in the air. She was nowhere to be seen.
Confused, Reese yelled, “What the hell?”
Phillip looked over at her and stood up, his face scrunching together. “What the hell, what?”
“Where is the girl?’
“Why does it matter?”
“Because it does! I saw y’all leave together!”
“And? Why are you following me?”
That made her pause, and the silence stretched between them. A sly grin crossed his face as he took a step towards her. “Why did you follow me, Reese? I have a horsefly dick remember, and also, I’m not good enough for you to give up all the other dicks in the world.”
“I followed you to tell you you’re an asshole!” she yelled, her body shaking in awareness of how close he was getting.
“Yeah, I can be,” he said, his eyes glued to hers, like a lion watching his prey. His body was taut, his breathing heavy, and she was convinced that he was going to attack her at any moment.
And she knew she wouldn’t stop him.
“You called me a slut!” she yelled, poking him in the chest with her finger. He laced his fingers with hers, pushing her hand up against the wall as his eyes held hers.
“Because you said my dick is small and we both know it’s not, that it does keep you interested, and rocks your fucking world, but you’ll never admit that, will you? Instead, you push me away when I give you everything, and for what? Some random dude that won’t treat you the way I will.”
“I don’t care how they treat me as long as they fuck me good. You, on the other hand, want things I don’t want. I just want to have fun.”
“No, you want to control this. You want to fuck and dump, not try for something that could actually make you happy. I was getting too close, I was finding cracks in your walls, and because of that, you flipped and pushed me away.”
This guy was nuts. That was not the reason. She pushed him away because she didn’t want those things. She didn’t want to be in a relationship; she wanted to have fun. She was out there to tell him that but, instead, she was getting lost in his eyes. Her hand squeezed his as her other hand shook, wanting to touch him, but then she remembered that he was an asshole and went to push him away. All it did was push her against the cold cement, then his body was trapping hers, and it felt so good. So fucking good.
“There are no cracks in my walls,” she whispered.
Phillips eyes never left hers, his mouth only a breath away. “If you say so.”
“I don’t like you,” she said, but she knew her body and eyes told him differently.