Page 45 of The Magic of Betrayal
"Fine, let's go inside. I'll hook you up, maybe it'll improve your bad attitude." I scooped him into my arms and he grumbled while we walked into the house and I deposited him on the floor in the kitchen.
Remembering that I had some lunch meat in the fridge that was close to expiration, I figured I'd give Mave something he didn't normally get. He tap danced across the floor in excitement as I mixed the salami and turkey in with his regular food, slamming his little paw on the floor when he felt I was taking too long. Bossy as hell, I tell you.
Heading upstairs, I wanted a nice long bath. Fischer and I hadn't been intimate since the mind blowing erotica that happened out in the garden with Sloane, and his little touches and kisses were building me up so much that when we finally did have sex, I was probably going to come as soon as I got a look at his dick. Hopefully tonight, but first, a soak, and then, I needed to pick out some lingerie.
Settling down into the steamy bath, I leaned back and let my eyes close. The smell of my bath salts and the heat of the water felt so good, I must have drifted off.
"Goldie."
My eyes snapped open and my hand flew to my neck, breathing a sigh of relief that my necklace was still in place. I must've imagined that I'd heard Bram's voice.
Settling back, I closed my eyes once more and ran my washcloth over my stomach and breasts.
"You lied to me."
Shrieking, I almost threw my washcloth in the air.
"Bram!" I yelled, "What the fuck... how are you here?"
"Ah, it's nice to see you too, Goldie," he replied, walking over to the vanity and hopping up to take a seat. Thank gods for bubbles, at least I was mostly covered.
All I could do was stare at the demon who wasin my house, where no demon should be able to be.
"Imagine my surprise when I texted you for weeks and called and got no response. I thought something horrible had happened to you, because never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that my Goldie would give me a fake number, and maybe worst of all, a fake name." He narrowed his amber eyes as he glowered down at me.
"Bram, listen—"
"No. You listen. I told you that I'd find you, and now that I have, I'm not sure what I want to do with you. Something that was even more disturbing was that I was watching, waiting to see who your lover is, but you don't just have one, do you, Goldie?"
My mouth dropped open, he'd been fucking spying on me?
"Maybe I should go find myself a group of hot women to fuck? What do you think about that? It's been a long fucking time, but I do remember what to do with my cock." He raised an eyebrow in challenge and the thought of him putting his dick in anyone had the heat inside of me flaring to an immediate wildfire. I was fucking pissed.How dare he?
"Fuck you, Bram!" I slapped at the bathwater and bubbles flew out of the tub. I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped my mouth when a big clump of suds landed right on his stupid face.
"I've seen some pretty women down at the park. They eye fuck me every chance they get, you know? Kind of like how you pretend you don't. Can you picture it, Goldie?" He sneered my name and I gripped the edge of the tub. "Imagine me thrusting in and out of them while I feast between another's legs. How does that make you feel? Think about how they'd squeeze me and be the first women in fifty years to take my cum."
"Shut up." I was starting to sweat, and not because I was turned on. Oh no, I was disgusted and livid. There was no rationalizing it either.
"Nah, I don't think I will. Do you have any single friends? What about the woman with the dark hair and the little girl? She's got a banging body and I wouldn't mind—"
Flying up out of the water, I launched my soap covered naked self at him and he grabbed my wrists before I could get a swing in.
"I'm going to kick your ass!" I screeched and he chuckled darkly.
"I'd like to see you try." He snorted, smiling at me in a mocking manner.
"How dare you come in here while I'm bathing and, and..." I stuttered, unsure of where I was going with that line of thought.
"And what? What? Tell you how I'm going to go lose my secondary virginity card to some random chicks? Why does that bother you? You didn't even give enough of a shit about me to tell me who you really are or give me any way to contact you! You're unbelievable. Here you are, fucking how many guys and you think you have a right to get pissy with me?"
"You are infuriating. I'm going to call them right now and they'll get rid of you. You shouldn't even be in my house!" I shouted in his face and he laughed.
"No, I don't think you will be calling them,” he grabbed my throat and I swallowed a moan. “What are you going to say? A demon who shouldn't be in my house is and I'm insanely attracted to him but I keep lying to myself about it. How do you think the truth would go over, Goldie?" He leaned forward, his breath hitting my neck, releasing a chill down my spine.
“You’re acting like a spoiled, entitled brat!” I growled, my mouth against his while his grip remained firm around my neck. “What person in their right mind would give a man they don’t know all of their contact information? I had no idea I wouldn’t be coming back to see you and I did what I felt was best. You can’t just call someone your soul mate and not have them be wary! It’s about a five thousand on the creep-o-meter, Bram!” I shrieked, exasperated.
“So, you won’t give your mate your phone number, but you will hop into a car with a stranger? I think you’re full of shit, princess.”
