Page 46 of Asphyxia
“Regardless of what you saw, you’re not coming in.” I barked, uncaring of her emotional state, pulling the door closer to my body and hindering even more of her already obstructed view.
“Get out of my goddamn way, Marcus.” She snarled, baring her teeth and slamming her palms against the door, trying her hardest to force it open.
Bodyweight alone, I wasn’t about to budge from my position.
“He’s not yours anymore.” I taunted, unable to control myself. “You screwed up so fucking badly that he finally found the balls to throw your ass to the curb and move the fuck on.”And I was still so fucking proud ofhim for it.
“Fuck you, Marcus!” She screamed, taking a swing at my face, claws and all.
I arched back, her fist just barely missing the tip of my nose, before a stern, questioning voice called out from behind me.
“What’s going on?”Fuck…
“Dean!” Amber squealed, her high-pitched sound catching me off guard as she shoved her small frame past me and into our apartment.
When I rapidly turned around to grab hold of her, I found Dean standing where the kitchen met the hallway, his arms crossed over his chest in a dominant stance.
He glared daggers at Amber, stopping her from approaching any further.
“What are you doing here, Amber?” Dean inquired, his voice harder than steel.
I didn’t expect him to be this cold towards her, and I had never seen him this intimidating towards a woman, but it was fitting after everything they had been through, and I was proud as fuck right now.
This version of Dean was significantly better than having him soft-hearted and ready to run right back into her egotistical fucking arms.
I smirked at his attitude, leaning back against the door as I mirrored his position and watched the two of them attempt to sort their shit out—always here for the drama.
“What do you mean,what am I doing here? I’m here for you. Isn’t that obvious?” Amber huffed, being as overly dramatic aspossible.Man, she was fucking annoying.Sometimes I wondered if she was a paid actress with how often she pretended to give a shit.
“I broke up with you. Have you forgotten that already?” Dean raised his voice and narrowed his eyes on her, his cool demeanor slipping the longer she stood there.
“You can’t be serious, Dean.” Amber rushed towards him, raising her hands to cup his cheeks. “Baby, you love m—”
“Loved. Not anymore, and I’m not yourbaby. Now get the fuck out of my home.” Dean refused to let her finish talking, his hands gripping her wrists as he stopped her from touching his face.
I could see the disgust and anger in his eyes, her true colors finally beaming right up at him, near blinding.
“It’s been less than a month.” She laughed softly, tilting her head innocently and still missing the point. “There’s no way you are over me already. How could you be?”The fucking audacity of this bi—
“Babe…”Oh, double fuck…
A groggy voice carried from the end of the dark hallway, and I swear to fucking god my heart stopped in my chest—pretty sure Dean’s did as well.
“What’s with all the shouting?” Madison yawned as she stepped into the light, stopping at Dean’s side wearing—of-fucking-course—nothing but his T-shirt.
Fucking great. Let’s just set the entire fucking apartment on fire while we’re at it.
“And who the fuck is she?” Amber barked, and I cringed before pushing myself off the door, already fully aware of where thisconfrontation was going, and it wasn’t going to end well… for anyone.
“Excuse me?” Madison scoffed, arching her brow and twisting her lips as she narrowed her eyes on Amber. She examined her from top to bottom before resting a hand on Dean’s shoulder, a silent gesture.
Amber took a long step back as Madison closed the gap between her and Dean, pressing her body up against him until his hand could touch the front of her thigh without even moving.
She was so fucking hot like this. I could feel myself growing hard just watching Madison stake her claim on him.
“Dean, what the fuck is this? How could you—” Amber’s brows knotted as she pressed a hand to her chest at the betrayal before her eyes—which wasn’t a betrayal at all, but she sure as fuck knew how to put on a good show—again, the Oscar goes to...
“How could I… what?” Dean cocked his head to the side as he bit down on his bottom lip, daring her to speak the words I already knew he was thinking.
