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Bea is frozen, except for the slightest tremble as her body tries to catch up with her mind.
“Off you go, Duchess.” I sweep my hand towards the door. “I’ll be seeing you.”
Her eyes flash in anger at my dismissal, and she straightens her spine, flipping me off as she stalks from the room.
I reach down and squeeze the base of my cock, closing my eyes as I groan. Patience has never been a virtue I possess, and I cannot wait to break her.
Chapter 5
Bea
MY HEART RACES as I stumble up the stairs.
I can’t believe Elias Vasilios’s touch turned me on more than I’ve ever felt in my life. With some filthy words and wicked touches, I was putty in his hands. My stomach churns as I close my bedroom door and take in Hunter’s sleeping form. While I feel nothing for him, it doesn’t make it right to let another man feel me up.
And not just any man—my newstepbrother. The same one who watched Hunter fuck me earlier. What the fuck is wrong with me?
This is not who I am. I have never cheated on Hunter, and even when I was overseas, I was faithful. Though we were not in a relationship, I knew Hunter hadn’t given up. I don’t know why I slept with him earlier, it’s yet another mistake in the life of Bea Kirkland. It needs to stop. I can’t be his trophy girlfriend anymore. That’s not what I want, and it's time I am more assertive about what I want—or don’t want.
I take a deep breath and walk over to the bed, flicking on my bedside lamp with one hand, while I shake Hunter awake withthe other.
“What the hell, Beatrice?” he mumbles, rubbing his palm over his face.
“You need to go,” I hiss, ignoring his use of my full name yet again.
“What? Why? What time is it?”
“I don’t know,” I say as I wrap my arms across my chest. “But you’ve got to go. This isn’t working.”
Those words finally get his attention, and he sits up. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I can’t do this. You and me, we’re over.”
Hunter rolls his eyes as he reaches his hand out to grip my wrist. “Quit being dramatic, Beatrice, and come back to bed.”
I yank my arm away. “I’m serious, Hunter. It’s over. And it’s been over for a long time.”
His eyes darken. “Do you know what you’re saying? I’m a fucking Cromwell, Beatrice. We are meant to be together.”
I pick at an invisible thread on my sleepshirt. “Come on, Hunter. You and I both know it hasn’t been working. We have been over for a long time. Why do you think I didn’t ask you to come overseas with me? We’ve been going through the motions because it’s what we thought was expected of us by our families, but I can’t do this anymore. We’re not happy together. I’m not happy.”
He scoffs, his face covered with a haughty expression. “You were plenty happy when I fucked you earlier.”
“Fuck you,” I snap. “I was trying to keep this civil, but if you’re going to be like that. You’re a shit fuck who hasn’t given me a real orgasm the whole time we were dating. I get more satisfaction from my own fingers and my vibrator than I do from you.”
Hunter’s face turns red, whether from anger or embarrassment, I don’t fucking care. I’m done.
“There’s the door, Hunter,” I say, pointing. “Don’t let it hit you on the way out.”
“You’re a real bitch, Beatrice,” he snaps as he pulls on his pants. “Is this because ofhim? The wannabe popstar?”
My cheeks heat, but I fix Hunter with a steely glare. “It’s got nothing to do with him. And stop calling me Beatrice—it’s Bea. We’re done. Now leave.”
He can’t help but fling one last barb at me as he opens the door. “You’re sick, you know that? He’s your fucking stepbrother.”
I don’t dignify him with a response, crossing my arms over my chest and nodding at the door.
Taking a deep breath, as if warring to keep his emotions in check, Hunter levels me with a condescending look. “Look, I’m going to put this … ridiculousness down to jetlag and you being emotional over your father’s new marriage.”
