Page 43 of The Retaliation You Deliver
“No problem. How is your father? We haven’t seen him in a while.”
“Oh, he’s been a little under the weather.”
I stare at Leon’s profile as a coy smile tugs at his lips. Whitney probably misses it, but there’s more to his words than he lets on. I’d put money on it.
“Okay, well you know where to go,” she says, sliding the card back at him, a seductive smile on her lips. “If you need anything, you know where I am.”
My free hand curls into a fist at her blatant flirting.
“Thank you, Whitney. Have a good night.”
“You too.” He winks at her. Actually freaking winks.
My teeth grind at both of their actions as he drags me away, but even still the hussy never so much as looks in my direction. She’s too busy stripping Leon naked in her head.
The elevator doors open the second we step toward them and I gasp in shock when he pushes me inside and slams me back against the wall.
“Le—” His name is cut off when he presses his hand against my mouth, forcing me to breathe through my nose in an attempt to catch my breath.
“Jealous, baby?” His green eyes sparkle with excitement and danger as he stares me down.
I shake my head as much as his harsh grip allows.
“What would you do if I invited her up? You know she’d agree.”
My teeth grind and he feels it.
“She’d be all over it. She’s wanted me for a long time.”
A growl rumbles up my throat before I have a chance to catch it.
His smirk turns evil as he steps into my body, pressing me against the wall.
“Innocent little Macie Fletcher,” he murmurs. “If only everyone knew, huh.”
His hand slips from my face and I drag in a deep breath.
“Fuck you,” I seethe.
“If only they knew what a filthy little slut you really are.”
“Leon,” I gasp as he wraps his fingers around the fabric hiding my breasts, tugging it aside to expose me.
“Look at that,” he mutters, his eyes locked on my bare boob, his finger flicking my hard nipple. “Your body defies you, Macie. It always has.”
“I hate you.”
“Sure. I wouldn’t expect anything else. He made sure there was nothing left of me to love anyway.”
I have to slam my lips shut to stop myself from telling him that that can’t be true.
I refuse to believe that everything I’ve seen of Leon since we first met was fake. I want to believe that he never would have been able to keep up that lie as well as he did if that sweet Leon didn’t really exist somewhere under all this anger.
I hold his eyes, wanting him to read my thoughts, not that I think for a second that he’d believe me even if he could.
One side of his lips curl up before he lowers his head to my chest and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Oh God,” I gasp, my head falling back against the wall as he sucks harder, until a bolt of pain shoots down my body, zeroing in on my clit.
