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And while that felt incredible, I no longer feel whole.
I hollow again as despair wraps me in its familiar embrace.
I’m never going to have anything like this, and I don’t know how I’m going to survive after I’ve hadher.
I have to build a wall. If I’m going to make it out of this, I have to get through the week and never think about Lexi again.
“Let’s get you back home.”
CHAPTER12
LEXI
I had thought that giving Luke a blowjob might soften him up a tad.
Apparently, I was wrong.
He’s grumpier than ever.
Even Riggs senses it, and Luke babies him.
It’s been days since we’d pulled into the lake parking lot, pretending to be teens. Everything about those moments had seemed so perfect, from his playful banter to the swelling of his cock as he came down her throat.
I think about that often.
But since that night, he’s turned cold towards me, pawning me off on Barb and Josh, leaving me alone each evening.
Thankfully, Barb is good company, and Josh figured out real quick that I don’t take to creeps, and, as it turned out, he’s actually a pretty good guy. Does he want to fuck me? Yes. Would he ever insist on it or use trickery? No.
Not that he’d have to resort to those tactics with most women. He’s handsome and charming and most women would eat him up.
But he’s not Luke, and right now, that’s all my lady parts care about.
Too bad I hate him.
I know that’s a strong word, reserved for the worst kinds of people. But what he did goes beyond the realm of decency. He made me like him—made me more than like him. He didn’t have to be sweet. He didn’t have to get that damn typewriter down from the attic, which is by far the nicest thing any man has ever done for me.
He didn’t have to let me suck his delicious cock, then treat me with contempt afterward.
Maybe that’s how he’s used to operating and it was why Barb was warning me off. He gets what he wants, then he moves along.
But that doesn’t explain why he left black ink next to the typewriter for me. I still haven’t touched it, and he doesn’t seem to care.
And men say it’s women that are complicated.
I climb into the police cruiser two minutes behind schedule, but Luke doesn’t say a word, and we drive our way into the station in silence.
It’s humiliating to think I’d believed that we’d connected on some level. Building slowly off our mutual anger towards his brother. While his rugged good looks helped matters, that’s not what kindled the flame. It was watching him read to those students that set the fire of my passion ablaze.
But my affections are gravely misplaced, because any man that would treat a woman how Luke treats me, doesn’t deserve spontaneous blowjobs.
“Drop me off at the diner,” I say, my voice devoid of emotion.
He veers into the parking lot, and I exit the vehicle, not even bothering to say goodbye.
I take a seat at a table, and when Tiffany comes to greet me, all I can manage to say is, “What the fuck is wrong with your police chief?”
She looks around, then back at me and says, “Give me a few.”
