Page 23 of Night and Day
“Like I said, you talk too damn much.”
Anton continued getting dressed. Furious, anger burned through him at her accusations. He wasn’t sure what was upsetting him more. The fact that she was right, or the fact that he’d expected—no, hoped—there could be more between them. He felt a connection to her, unlike with any other woman before. But she had basically whittled down the night they’d spent together into nothing but revenge sex at their exes.
“And you don’t talk enough. You don’t want to admit that you’re human, like the rest of us.”
“Yeah, that’s it,” Anton said with a bitter laugh.
He sat down on the bed and pulled on his shoes, not bothering to include his socks. Then he stood and shoved his cell phone and socks into his pockets.
“So you’re leaving?” Tamika asked as he looked around to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything.
“Yes. What else is there? I got what I wanted. I fucked Calvin’s girl. And lucky me, she was a good fuck.”
Her eyes widened slightly, and she looked like he’d slapped her. Shame sawed into him as if he’d slapped her. He winced internally and wanted to take the words back, but before he could, Tamika said, “Wish I could say the same about you. Get the hell out of my apartment.”
Her words hit hard, robbing him of speech. What the hell did she mean by that?
She left the bedroom in a huff, head held high and back straight as an arrow. Anton followed, flexing his fingers in anger. Seething. He knew she was lying, but she landed an effective blow which struck at his ego, which had already taken a generous beating thanks to Melissa screwing around on him.
He grabbed Tamika around the waist and yanked her back around, instantly going hard as her soft curves pressed up against him.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
Bringing his face close to hers, Anton murmured, “Are you saying that I didn’t satisfy you?”
Her chest heaved up and down. “Barely.”
“Four orgasms and a red lipstick ring around my dick says otherwise.”
“Women fake orgasms and give pity blow jobs all the time.” Eyes shooting sparks, she gave him a tight smile.
Anton ran his tongue along the shell of her ear, and she jerked her head away. “You’re a damn liar. Guess I’ll have to prove you wrong.”
He dragged her by the wrist into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. Tamika glared at him, but didn’t do anything as he kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants. He had somewhere to be, but he was burning with desire for this woman. He couldn’t think straight for wanting her.
As he came out on top of her, she opened her legs and grabbed his shirt, yanking him closer. Anton forced open her robe and exposed one of her breasts, fastening his mouth over the puckered nipple. His teeth were rough and hard as they grated over the tight bud, and he growled with satisfaction as she released what was clearly an involuntary whimper.
He took his throbbing dick in hand and positioned it at her already dripping entrance.
He was going to make her eat her words.
11
Arms crossed and leaning against the counter that separated the small kitchen from the living room, Anton watched the movement in and out of his apartment. At the moment, Calvin was carrying a box of Melissa’s belongings out to the pickup truck he had borrowed from a friend. More than once he’d envisioned tripping Calvin on his way out, and after he fell to the floor, jumping on him and punching his face continuously until he was tired.
They were almost finished, so Anton was relieved, ready for this part of his life to come to an end. Anger and disappointment still burned inside him like a hot flame, but he kept his face neutral as he watched the new couple take boxes, luggage, and knickknacks out to the truck.
Of course he’d arrived late because he’d had a point to prove with Tamika. When he showed up at the apartment, Melissa was already there with Calvin, packing up her belongings. She watched him in silence as he entered, her eyes accusatory as they flicked over the same clothes she’d seen him in the night before. If he’d stepped close enough, she would’ve probably smelled Tamika’s scent on him.
Right now, he wore sweat pants and a white tee, and Melissa was dragging a suitcase behind her as she came out of the spare bedroom, which doubled as his office and a place for storage.
She wore a cropped top and black yoga pants. The top exposed her tight midriff, and the pants showed off her firm thighs and behind. In the past, he would have reached for her when she was dressed like that, and maybe this was her way of making sure that he got a final look at what he was missing, but the truth was he no longer cared. Knowing that she had lied to him for months while she screwed another man was upsetting, to say the least, and the sight of her turned him off.
She stopped in front of him and glanced over her shoulder at the open front door, checking to see Calvin’s location.
“We’re almost done,” she said.
Anton didn’t respond.
