Page 21 of Damaged Billionaire Daddy
“Because I’m better than them.”
“Are you offering yourself?”
Her cheeks turned red. “Is that what you want?”
“What happened to this being a one-time thing?”
Kandis looked around before she went to a table and picked up one of the drinks, throwing it to the back of her throat quickly before letting out a breath and looking at me with a renewed confidence.
“Normally, I would never say this because it’ll go straight to your head and make you think I care, and I don’t. I hope that’s not what you get from it, but, hell, if I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we slept together.”
Now, this is a surprise.
“And not in a I want to be your girlfriend kind of way because nothing sounds more revolting than that but in the bend-me-over-and-fuck-me-one-more-time way which sucks because I hate you or, at least, I want to hate youbecause you’re a terrible human being. And I will take you down, but my body…”
I knew exactly what she was talking about.
“You want to make this one-time thing a two-time thing?” I stepped towards her, my manhood already jumping to attention out of pure excitement of being this close to her again. Kandis didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. I knew exactly what she wanted.
I leaned down and kissed her, my hand immediately going to the center of her back while the other gripped her ass. I pushed her up against the wall, reveling in this feeling of having her again.
Fuck, the things I wanted to do to this woman.
“I knew you’d come around and realize,” I growled softly. Only it came out more like a purr.
“Realize what?” she asked softly.
“You’re no different from any other woman.”
Kandis’s entire body became frigid, no longer pliant in my hands. She pulled away from me and stared at me hard before slapping me across the cheek. “Forget everything I just said, you ass.”
“Kandis…” I tried to grab her arm, but she ripped it from my grip.
“I want nothing to do with you.”
Chapter nine
Kandis
“So, you do want to be with him?” Clara was sitting on my bed with covers wrapped around her body, and I don’t think I’d ever seen anyone look so confused. It was like she was watching a complicated television show, although I wouldn’t go as far to say that Richie and I were so much ahead of that, unfortunately.
“Not in a relationship,” Mila answered, looking at Clara as if she’d just met the love of her life. “She just wants to fuck him one more time and get him out of her system. Are you sure that you can’t be persuaded to be gay?”
Clara laughed and shook her head. “With you, it’d be convincing, but I think I’ll stick with men and their small dicks.”
“Not all of them are small.”
Mila laughed. “Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”
“To be honest, it sounds like this guy is a total jerk.” I hadn’t seen Clara since the last time I was in town, which was years ago. Although the two of us weren’t nearly as closeas Mila and I, she’d always been loyal, something she proved at the party, and great at giving exceptional advice. “You should stay away from him.”
“It’s always the ones you should stay away from that you want the most,” Mila commented. “Ugh, I can just picture the story.” She lowered her voice to make herself sound more like a generic version of me. “He wanted my father’s business, and I should have stayed away from him; however, when his body touched mine, all I could do was melt. I’ll let him do whatever he wants as long as he shows me the best time I’ve ever had.”
My eyes widened, and I picked the pillow up from the bed and threw it at Mila who was sitting on the couch, on the other side of the room. “Mila! Stop it. Be serious.”
“I am!”
I groaned and flopped down against the bed. With the way that Mila said it, I felt like a little girl, telling her best friends that the boy she had a crush on was the football jock who bullied her relentlessly, yet, for some reason, she liked him anyway.
