Page 21 of It Never Was

"There was no such look, and I am sorry to disappoint you and your dream of fucking the new pastry chef, but Paul said he is overqualified for the position, so he probably won't even hire him," I say, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice. "Looks like Paul is the only eye candy you will have at work." I smile to myself, letting my eyes flutter closed again.

"Ugh! Parker would be worth the money for all the team morale he would bring to the shop," she pouts.

"Team morale does not mean there to entertain Willow through her shift. You know that right?"

"I am part of the team, so I mean, it's not one-hundred percent incorrect," Willow huffs.

"I can't with you," I giggle at her as I shake my head knowing damn well, she can't see me. "I think I am about to knock out soon, so I am gonna get off the phone before you hear me snore in response." My eyelids are not able to stay open anymore.

"Fine, don't dream of Parker too much," she coos through the line.

"Are you telling yourself that? Night, Willow."

"Night, Rye." She is still giggling as I hang up the phone.

The quiet of the room makes my ears ring. The ibuprofen must be doing its job because the pain has dulled, allowing my mind to let the fatigue take over.

10

Devon

The burn of whisky runs down my throat. I have lost count of how many drinks I have had, but from the lack of taste, I would say I've had a lot more than I should. Soft hands are running up the back side of my shirt to cage around my waist. I turn around and see a small redheaded girl with massive tits smiling up at me, her eyes glossy.

"Want to pour me one of those." She winks at me.

I grab the bottle of Jameson and pour a shot straight into my mouth then bend down, and our lips brush up against each other. Her hands slide from beneath my shirt and chain around my neck. Her tongue licks off drops of the liquor from my bottom lip. I take a firm grip on the back of her neck and push her mouth into mine hard. A whimper comes from her throat as I let the liquor flow into her mouth from mine. She swallows hard and shoves her tongue to meet mine. I pull her away, taking her by surprise.

"Can't handle it or what?" she teases.

My hand is still gripping her neck, and sparks twinkle through the drunken haze that covers her eyes, pleading for more. The taste of her tongue turns sour on my palette. The flash of Ryen's face as she hit the ground earlier sneaks its way through my mind. I should feel sorry about it—I know what I did was overboard. If she would just give me enough attention or re-assurance to trust her, I wouldn't have to go overboard for her to understand how I feel. I have told her my issues with her not letting me know where she is, and about answering me when I call or text, so my mind doesn't wander. She knows this all, but she still likes to be so fucking defiant.

She acts like she isn't the most gorgeous girl in this whole town. Every guy that sees her looks her up and down. Admiring her petite figure with long legs, and her perky breasts that are just the right amount of handful. The way her black wavy hair cascades around her face makes her emerald eyes shine as she bats her long black lashes; her faultless ivory complexion and her high cheekbones take your breath away. If that doesn't do it for you, her lips are enough to make your cock twitch at the sight of them, full and soft. How can I not think other guys are going to try to jump at the chance to talk to her, smell her, touch her? The thought of it makes my blood boil.

She had to have been entertaining someone else after class. She was thirty minutes late coming back to her car. I raced to campus when I realized she wasn't close and started my search. When I spotted her walking by the parking lot with that smirk on her face, I knew it wasn't because of me or class. She was talking to someone else. I could see it in that smile. With whiskey already in my system, I had a little more courage than I thought when I confronted her. Did I go too far…maybe? But I was going to be damned if she was going to play me like a fool. If she wants to entertain other guys behind my back, I can do the same fucking thing.

"Oh honey, I don't think you can handle what I have in store for you." My breath picks up pace as the anger brews inside of me again at the thought of Ryen with someone else. I slam my mouth on the redhead's lips once again, this time hungrier. My tongue pushes past her lips, not asking for permission to enter. She releases a small moan, and I breathe it in. Pushing my now hard cock into her as I grip her hips with my free hand, I push her backward until her back meets the kitchen wall, my grip getting tighter around the back of her neck.

"You are about to get everything I have bottled up this evening," I growl into her mouth. "Now go into the bathroom right now. When I get in there, you better be fucking naked."

"Or what?" Her eyes look playfully at me.

"There is no, or what. Go," I say, biting her bottom lip then releasing her.

She grins at me, turning to walk through the living room towards the bathroom, swaying her hips more dramatically as she looks over her shoulder to make sure I am watching.

"You sure Dev? That girl is a handful." Chris pats me on my shoulder watching the redhead as she closes the door to the bathroom behind her. "She's got a couple of screws loose, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know what I am doing," I say, shrugging his hand off my shoulder. He holds both of his hands up understanding that I have already made my choice in the matter.

Two can play this game Rye.

I take one last gulp of whiskey from the bottle and make my way to the bathroom.

11

Ryen

"We are doing what, today?" I call after Paul who is walking to the shop's back entrance, he unlocks and pushes the door with his arm, body still outside allowing me to go in first.

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