Page 32 of Uppercut Princess

Lynette blushes after she’s finished ringing them up and putting them in a bag. Then, we just stare at one another awkwardly. “I’m sure he’ll be back in a minute,” she says.

There’s no reason for her to be as embarrassed as she is. I take another look at her, seeing how red her cheeks are and realize there’s something I’m not getting. I place my empty water bottle on the counter and turn on my heel to approach Magnum. “Where’s Johnny?”

His face remains stoic. “He’s in the back.”

“Okay…” I move that way. Something’s just not sitting right with me.

Magnum sighs. “Where are you going?”

“To get him,” I say. “I’m sure these ladies don’t want to be waiting all day.”

Magnum grabs my wrist. “You can’t do that.”

“Can’t do what?” I pull out of his grip and keep going.

For his part, he doesn’t try very hard to stop me. Either that, or he’s slow, which I highly doubt. The guy is fucking built. I move into the back of the store and turn in the opposite direction of where they set me up with a dressing room. If he was that way, I would’ve seen him.

A muffled noise reaches my ears. I stop. Magnum almost plows into me. My ears perk up when a breathy moan sounds to my left.

Son of a bitch. How many girls were just out there? Just Lynette and Glo. There was another girl, too.

I step forward, but Magnum’s voice stops me. “You shouldn’t do that.”

“Fuck you,” I snap.

I follow the noise to another fitting room and move the curtain aside. Johnny is balls deep inside Ryn who was helping me pick clothes out not fifteen minutes ago. She squeals and moves to a standing position, dropping her palms from the wall.

Johnny’s dick falls out of her. She covers herself, and if Johnny was half the guy he pretends to be, he’d be helping to cover her himself, but he’s not. Instead, he’s smirking. He leans casually against the wall, lettingallof him hang out, and trust me, it’s impossible not to see it. “I thought I told you to keep her away,” Johnny muses, staring daggers at Magnum.

“You saw her fight. She’s squirmy.”

I peek at Mag over my shoulder. He lifts his chin in the air. He’s fucking lying. A big guy like that could’ve stopped me if he really wanted to. Hell, he could’ve tackled and pinned me down, but he didn’t. He only made a mediocre attempt to grab my wrist.

He wanted me to see this.

For fuck’s sake, it isn’t as if I thought Johnny and I were actually going to be a thing. I don’t fucking want him. He’s the last person in the world I want. But knowing all that, pricks of anger still heat my skin. He just made me look like a fucking dumbass.

He’s a liar, a fake. What the fuck did I expect?

Apparently, I expected more. I don’t know why. The area behind my eyes heat, and I blink back the threat of tearing up. For a minute, a very short fucking minute, this almost seemed like a fairy tale. I never pegged me as the girl who would get all swoony over a guy who would drop money on me, but I guess I’m not as immune to that as I’d like to be.

I throw the curtain back to hide them both again and turn. I plow through both Lynette and Glo and wonder if they knew all along something like this would happen. I’m sure it’s happened a shitton of times before. Everyone probably knew what was going on but me.

Somehow, Magnum beats me to the front entrance. Thoroughly proving he could’ve stopped me from looking at the scene before. “I can’t let you leave, Kyla.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Are you shitting me?”

He shakes his head and disappointment riddles his features. Why does everyone act differently than I think they’re going to?

He shocks me into a beat of silence, but I can’t stay quiet. I need to get the fuck out of here before I do something really stupid: act like I care. “Please,” I say, gritting my teeth.

He shakes his head then looks over my head like he doesn’t want to look at me anymore.

I turn to Lynette. “Is there a back way out of this building?”

She looks at Magnum like she doesn’t know what to say, which tells me already that there is one. I move toward the back of the building again. I’m almost to the dressing room where I found Johnny and Ryn when Ryn comes out. Her eyes widen, and she tries to get out of my way, but I don’t let her. I grip her shoulders and shove her into the closest wall. “You should have more fucking respect for yourself.” She quivers beneath my touch, matching the anger shaking my whole body. I’m madder at myself than anything else. Getting caught up in this shit was never part of the plan. I lean in close. “You want someone’s dick inside you who’d treat you like that? Someone whose girl is just in the other room? Woman up.”

I push her into the wall one last time and turn, only to be face-to-face with Johnny. Glitter of excitement shines in his eyes, but it looks far more dangerous than it did earlier. He reaches for me, and I shy away. His jaw ticks. I doubt he ever gets rejected, but fucker can’t think I’ll just act like everything’s fine after cozying up to me in the car and then sinking his dick inside someone else not an hour later. That’s not how shit works. I don’t care if you are Johnny Rocket of the Heights Crew.

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