Page 60 of Rush
After another hardday of training, I spent the walk home attempting to keep my mind on the comings and goings of the AUFC.
Hopefully, by next week, I would have word of a fight. Then all of the false starts and empty leads would finally amount to something. Twenty-eight was a little late for me to start, but it was better than nothing. Ash had torn Cole and me from the butt crack of the fighting world and trained us to climb to the top, and fucked if I was letting him down. I couldn’t let a little heartache get in the way of my big break.
“Hey.”
Turning, my gaze collided with none other than Margaret Anastas, and my heart sank like a ton of bricks. I almost thought it was Jade, but she’d disappeared after I’d kicked her out. She hadn’t even tried, and I wasn’t sure what I thought about that. I was the one who told her to get the fuck out of my apartment and never come back. She was just honoring my wishes. Who could be pissed at that?
Narrowing my eyes at Margaret, I willed her to go away. I wasn’t in the mood for whatever cat and mouse game she was attempting to play.
“How did you even know where I live?” I asked, scowling. She opened her mouth, but I said, “Don’t answer that.” Money talked if you knew the right people to throw it at.
“I was tired of waiting,” she said with a pout.
Slapping her hand on the door, she sauntered right in. Rolling my eyes, I decided to play along and see where this was going. I could have a decent stab at it, but underneath her obvious proposition for sex, something else was in play, and I didn’t like it.
Margaret had always been the master manipulator, twisting and embellishing the truth until she got what she wanted, feelings and decency be damned. Leaving high school hadn’t seemed to have changed her, neither had getting married. The only thing that had changed was her playground was that much bigger…and she didn’t seem so prudish about spreading her legs in pursuit of a scheme.
She followed me upstairs and into my apartment where I immediately ignored her. Either I was too polite for my own good or I was so horny for a woman who’d broken my heart I would fuck just about anything to get over her.
“Sit,” Margaret murmured. “Let me show you what you’re missing.”
Sitting on the couch, I watched her with a scowl as she stood before me. Any second now, she would realize I wasn’t interested and her supposed open marriage lie would come back and bite her in the ass. She would turn tail and walk out…but she didn’t. The moment she took her top and skirt off and stood in front of me in nothing but her lacy blue underwear, I realized she was serious. She was prepared to go all the way with her scheme. A scheme she’d likely set up to get at Jade.
Margaret climbed onto my lap and placed her hands on my shoulders, her fingers stroking the nape of my neck. She rubbed her pussy against my crotch, and nothing happened. She seemed to be enjoying herself, moaning and purring while she brushed her fake tits against my face. She felt like a plastic porn star, overcompensating and overperforming. It was empty, and not even the temptation of meaningless sex excited me. A guaranteed no-strings fuck sat in my lap, and my cock was limp. How…unexpected.
“Get off,” I snapped, pushing her away from my face.
“Why?” She palmed her lace-covered breasts and squished them together. “Don’t you want to fuck my tits? I’ll let you come on them.”
“You’re married, Margaret,” I said, looking her in the eye. “I’m not going to be your bit on the side. I’ve never bought into your open marriage bullshit.”
“You’ve never fantasized about fucking a married woman?” she said seductively. “Jerked off at the thought of fucking hard in another man’s bed and the thrill of doing something illicit and dangerous…”
“Like Hunter did to Jade, you mean?”
“This isn’t about Jade,” she replied, her eyes narrowing.
“But you fucked Hunter behind her back, right?” Her eyes bulged, and I knew my wild guess was right. “Did you let him fuck your tits, too?”
Margaret pouted and undid the clasp on the back of her bra, exposing her breasts in a last-ditch attempt. “I like filthy sex, so what? Even the rich like cock in their mouths, Ryan. What a shock. I like it up the ass, too.”
I snorted, not in the least bit interested in looking at her boob job. “You’re only looking at me now because I have something you want. It’s not about who I am. Not to you.”
“Yeah, I want to deep throat you, so what? We both get something out of it.”
“You’re using me to get to Jade, that much is perfectly clear,” I said angrily. “And I’m not the kind of person who gets used. I doubt you understand what real friendship and love are about, the way you surround yourself with ass-licking rich bitches. If you don’t think you’ll end up exactly like one of your victims one day, you’re fucking dreaming. It’s only a matter of time before someone knocks you off your pedestal. You’re already alone like the manipulative bully you are. Now get the fuck out of my face, go home to your husband, and never come back.”
“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” She looked genuinely shocked that people could actually love someone other than her. “You’re, like, actuallyin lovewith her.”
“Unless it’s something you can buy, I doubt you would understand.”
“Fuck you,” she snapped, climbing off my lap. “You’ll regret this.I guarantee it.”
“I’m pretty sure I won’t. You know why?” I gestured to my dick. “You never even got me hard.”
She scoffed and picked up her clothes, hastily attempting to dress as she made for the exit. Snorting as she finally left, slamming the door behind her, I ran my hand over my face.
What sweet kind of hell was this? These were the kind of people Jade surrounded herself with? Her best friend was trying to destroy her after screwing her fiancé behind her back, and she thought she was nothing without her fancy job and overtime. What was the point of all this shit? Her world was totally insane.
