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Chapter Eighteen

Kaiden

My hard work’spaying off. One night out and she’s already asking for my cock—albeit for all the wrong reasons. My cock is pulsating with excitement at the prospect of having Vicky in my bed. Feeling the effects of her touch, I ball my hands into fists. Judging from my past, it won’t take long before sex is all I’ll be able to think about. Whatever I want, I usually get.

Right now, I want Vicky.

More of her lips to find out what she tastes like.

More of her body, naked and at my disposal.

More of her as a person.

I’m filled with a longing to know more about her, about her life, who she is deep down, after all the walls have crumbled and she is laid bare.

“What are you doing here?” I ask for the umpteenth time. “Has Bruce fucked up and now you’ve decided you want to get rid of him after all?”

“Not funny.” She smirks, but the skin around her eyes crinkles a little.

“What’s the story then?” I prompt.

“We’re going through a rough patch. I’d rather not talk about it, if you don’t mind.”

Usually, I wouldn’t care and would leave it at that. But she looks like she needs someone to spill her heart out to.

“No, I actually want you to tell me what happened.”

“I can’t,” Vicky says, her tone imploring. Her eyes are staring at me, pleading. “Please don’t ask me to tell you.”

“Tell me or nothing’s happening tonight.” I don’t know where that just came from. But it feels right. I want her to want me, not a revenge fuck.

She rolls her eyes. “Oh, please. Don’t tell me you don’t miss sex. We both know you only invited me along so you could fuck me. So, here I am.” Her honesty hits me hard and fuck, it makes me sound like a weak jerk who can’t get a woman unless he’s broken her will with the help of a couple drinks on a night out.

I want to fuck her.

And, yes, I invited her along in the hope of getting closer to her.

But I’m not sure it’s the same thing she’s just described.

“What are you waiting for?” She presses my hand against her breast and makes a moan-like sound that I’m sure is supposed to entice me. She’s so drunk, I doubt she’ll remember a thing come tomorrow. I doubt she knows what she’s doing. This isn’t going the way I imagined at all. I could fuck her and be done with it, but the prospect of being her rebound, of taking part in her little revenge sex plan, isn’t appealing.

I’m not going to fuck a woman who’s so drunk she can’t think straight.

“I can’t.” I withdraw my hand.

“Are you honestly saying no to them?” She shakes her breasts in my face. I stare for a moment, wondering whether I’m making a stupid mistake.

“That’s not the point.” I shake my head and turn away from her. “The point is that you’re in a very vulnerable frame of mind, and I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

I feel bad saying it.

My wish is about to come true, and I’m being an ungrateful jerk.

But, fuck. I don’t want to be one of those guys who need to resort to alcohol to get a woman. That’s never been me, and I’m most certainly not turning into one right now—no matter how hot she looks in that dress of hers.

“Look, I’m your friend, Vicky. I do care about you, but I can’t just say yes to your request.” Fuck, even my balls are hurting as I speak those words.

She stares at me for a long time. “Can you get me another drink?”

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