Page 2 of Force Play
“Nothing,” I reply shortly. “Ari was just leaving.”
“Yep. I’m out of here.” Ari walks backward through the door with one last parting quip. “Tell the redhead I say hi, Matt.”
What the actual fuck?
We just met Ari tonight, and he’s going to try to come in and save me from something I don’t need saving from?
He may have had good intentions, but the thing about me is I won’t back down. I will always stand up for myself, and I won’t let others decide what’s best for me.
I also don’t take well to condescension and belittling.
I may have started off irritated at Matt, but all those feelings now are directed at Ari fucking Morgan.
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Ari
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Dude, where are you?
You were supposed to meet us ten minutes ago
Shit.
I completely lost track of time.
I’ll blame Taylor, whose bed I’m still lying in. Couldn’t help but get distracted.
We had a hell of a good time this past hour.
“Well,” I say, standing up and looking around the room for where we threw my clothing. “I’m late to meet up with my friends, so it’s been fun, but it’s time for me to go.”
I find my boxers on the dresser, so I quickly grab them and slip them on while Taylor sits up on the bed. “You’re going to leave already?”
I spot my jeans by the window and head in that direction next. “Uh, yeah,” I answer.
“You don’t have to run off the moment we finish.”
I roll my eyes as I button my jeans. “I just said I’m late to meet up with my friends. Even if I wasn’t, though, I’d still be gone. We both know why I’m here, Taylor.” I find my T-shirt by the door and walk toward it, ready to get the hell out of there.
Seems like I found myself a clinger tonight.
“Nothing like being used,” Taylor chides.
I cross my arms over my now-covered chest. “I was explicitly clear about what this was before I agreed to come back with you. I’m not using you because expectations were set.”
“So, is this what you do? You just have sex and then fuck off to the next person?”
I’m growing more irritated by the second.
I havegotto stop thinking with my dick so often.
“You agreed to this. Don’t act like I’m the bad guy.”
Taylor levels me with a stern look. “Maybe I should just go to the media. Let everyone know what Ari Morgan likes in the bedroom.”
Scratch being irritated—I’m fuckingpissednow.
