Page 3 of I Knead You Tonight

Another laugh. “Nah.”

“Winston!”

His booming laugh echoes throughout the empty parking lot and I roll my eyes, storming off.

A strong hand curls around my wrist and I’m spun in place until I hit a brick wall.

Or perhaps that’s Winston’s chest.

Right now, they feel the same.

“What?” I seethe.

He drops his eyes to where my hands are planted on his chest, raising a brow at the contact.

I try to take a step back, but he won’t let me move.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home. Obviously.”

“Your car won’t start—again, I might add.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” I try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he still won’t relent. I huff. “Let me go. I have a bus to catch.”

“No.”

My brows shoot into my hairline at the flippancy in his tone. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You’re not riding the fucking bus home.”

“Then what am I supposed to do? Walk?”

“No.”

“Right. Let me just grab my wrench from my purse, pop the hood, and get this thing fixed myself.”

“Is it just me or are you extra pissy tonight?”

I don’t know if it’s the facetious smirk on his face or the way he says it, but I break.

Completely and wholly.

The tears spring back into my eyes and blood rushes to my face as I shove and shove at Winston’s chest.

“What the—” He stumbles, brows slashed together, lips drawn into a thin line.

“Fuck you, Daniels! Fuck you and your stupid bullshit. You don’t even know what real life is. You live in some damn fantasy world where you think life is nothing but flowers and rainbows. You wouldn’t know real life if it bit you in the ass.”

“I wouldn’t?”

“No!” I shout. “You don’t know what it’s like to struggle, to beg the electric company to not turn your heat off, to live off ramen so you can make sure your baby has food and diapers. You don’t know shit about shit, Winston.”

“I know you’re not taking the fucking bus.”

I growl at his arrogance, swiping at the hot tears. “You’re not my boss. You’re not anything to me but a turd on the bottom of my shoe. You’re the—”

“Did you just call me a turd?”

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