Page 57 of Insatiable Hunger

I will say, though, ever since OnlyFans blew up, the stigma has lessened some. It’s still there, though. I’ve often wondered how Zeke feels about what I do. Although I’ve never flat out told him I’m a cam boy, he still somehow knows. He’s made passing comments about it before, especially when I first moved in here. And he knows about the dancing for obvious reasons.

I find myself wanting to ask him about it, but now certainly isn’t the time. We have bigger fish to fry.

About halfway through the movie, the air in the room gets stifling, and I’m not at all surprised when he breaks it.

“You’ve been avoiding me. Again,” he states matter-of-factly.

“I am not.”Lies.

“Don’t play me for a fool, Elias. You are. Usually by the time I come home, you’re out back enjoying a swim or doing yoga. And you usually at least grace us with your presence for dinner. There was none of that tonight. And this isn’t the first time you’ve seemed to avoid me. Why?”

Is he for real?

“Maybe I was out with Jordan.” I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling, especially when I watch his nostrils flair and his jaw flex from clenching so hard.

“Were you?” He grits out the question.

“Could’ve been. Maybe I wanted a repeat of our hook-up.”

“Oh, you mean where he couldn’t make you come?” he scoffs. “I don’t know why you’d ever want a repeat ofthat.”

“God,” I say with laughter. “You sound so fucking jealous.”

“Why are you ignoring me?” His voice is deep, throaty, and his eyes are hard and narrow as he keeps his stare on me.

Fuck.He’s not letting this go, and there’s obviously no getting around it.

Throwing my hands in the air, I shift in the seat, fully facing him. “You really wanna do this? Right here, right now?”

“Why not?” If I didn’t know any better, I’d say his expression almost looked… amusing.

“Fine. Let’s do this.”

“Go on, then,” he murmurs, the faintest of smirks sliding onto his lips.

“Last night never should’ve happened, Zeke. What we did was horribly wrong. You’re married to my fucking mother, for Christ’s sake.”

“You know, not everything is as black and white as you seem to think it is.”

His statement throws me off, my brows pinching together in confusion. “What is that even supposed to mean?”

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asks, completely ignoring my question.

“That isn’t the point.”

“Sure, it is. Did you?” His tone is even. Like he’s asking me about my favorite snack or about the weather.

“No,” I lie, jutting my chin out, bringing my knees to my chest once more as if I can shield myself from the effects of Zeke.

He huffs a laugh. “Bullshit.”

“You’re awfully fucking full of yourself, Zekey. I’ve had better. In fact, better even happens to work with you.”

Oh-ho, if looks could kill. Steam practically billows out of his ears. The vein in his neck looks like it’s about to pop, it’s throbbing so hard.

“I seriously doubt that a man who drives a car with as obnoxious of a color as he does is as good in bed as I am. He’s clearly trying to get the attention on his car to compensate for his inability to satisfy his partners.” He sits up, elbows resting on his knees. “And if I was so terrible, why were you a pathetic, crying mess, begging me to let you finish? You were practically a bitch in heat.”

“You wish,” I seethe, hating that he’s right. “The entire reason I came down here tonight was to tell you it was never fucking happening again. You’re not only married, but marriedto my mother. Aside from the fact that I should feel like shit for doing that to my mom, I also, and more importantly, should be fucking pissed that you care so little about her and your vows, that you not only cheated on her, but seem to have no remorse about it.”

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