I also gotta be a bit honest here.
I look at Brittney, and I know you think I should be mad or something. But all I want to do right now is two things in the world.
I want to pull her close to me and wrap my arms around her. Tell her to stop feeling down. Tell her everything is going to be alright. Make her stop worrying—stop beating herself up, which I know she’s doing. I want to make her happy and tell her that I want to protect her for the rest of her life. That I never want anything to get in the middle of us. Ever. That I fucking love her.
Yeah, that's the first thing.
The second thing I want to do is fuck her brains out. I’m completely serious. After I tell her how much I love her, I want to rip off her clothes and fuck her like a whore. Bring her to a whole new level of fucking pleasure than she’s ever been before. Fuck her so hard that she forgets what walking is all about she’s so fucking sore. Make her scream so loud that only the fucking birds hear her. I want to own her. Body and fucking soul.
And mark my fucking words, darlin’, I’m going to do all that.
First though, I hold the door open and look at her.
“Come on in, babe, it’s okay,” I tell her. She looks at me and warily walks in the door. I smile as she passes me and turns her head back to look at me.
I let a moment pass. Her ass is just too good to not stare.
“Should I leave you and my ass alone so you two can catch up?” Brittney asks me and I look up. She’s got the faint hint of a smile going.
“That’s the girl I remember,” I tell her, grinning at her. “There she is.”
“Don’t tell me you forgot in a week and a half?” she asks me, with a small pout.
I take a few steps toward her and lean in to kiss her.
It’s a chaste fucking kiss. Nothing at all like I’m going to do to her in a bit. But it’s all the situation needs right now.
When I pull my head back, I see her. Her eyes are closed and she’s enjoying it.
I wrap my arms around her.
“Hey,” I tell her. “It’s okay. Really. Listen to me…” I say, but she doesn’t let me finish.
“No, Ethan, it’s not okay, okay?” Brittney says with a ferocity I didn’t expect. “I played you, and it’s not okay.”
“You did?” I ask, with a raised eyebrow.
Despite everything that's going on, she sticks her tongue out at me.
“Well, fine,” she says to me. “I tried to play you. But sure, I failed, but in the end you still let me. I can’t believe you just handed over the software code for the I.E. to me,” she says to me, her words rushing out like water out of a damn.
“Listen babe,” I start again, try
ing to get in a word edgewise. “I think that it’s going to be okay…” Again though Brittney cuts me off.
“How?” she asks me, pressing herself against me. “I had to give Simon the code and he had enough time to build the prototype you spent so much time on. And how the fuck can you not be freaking out at me right now?” Brittney asks.
I pause. She’s starting to get hysterical.
I guess I could start fucking talking.
But instead, I take the remote near the side table and turn on the television.
“Let’s sit down,” I tell her. “The product match-up should be starting soon.”
Brittney sighs heavily, but she follows me to the sofa where we both sit. It takes her a moment of hesitation before she’s able to curl up into me as we both watch TV. I don’t mind. She’s probably more confused than anything right now.
I mean, she fucking betrayed me and saw how I angry I was when we were fucking ten days ago, right?