The Revenge Games Duet

“I think we need to talk,” he growls, abandoning the chair and standing over me beside the bed.

Chapter Fourteen

“I leave for two minutes, and you’re here with another guy who happens to be your boyfriend?” His anger morphs into a jealous rage, his fist meeting the wall with a ferocious punch.

I leap off the bed, shocked at his sudden outburst. A minute ago, he was staring at me, calm and eerily silent. Now I have a dent in the wall that my landlord will crucify me over.

“What did you do that for?” My high-pitched voice does nothing to hide my panic. “Do you know how much that will cost me? Of course not, you have no concept of what it’s like to have nothing and work hard for every cent you own.”

“To let out my frustration,” he shouts again, pacing the room back and forth. “You never said you were in a relationship.”

“I said it was complicated.”

A laugh escapes him—delirious and unwelcoming. He stops the manic pace, positioning himself in front of me with an overpowering stance.

“This is the problem. You don’t open up about you.” He points his finger into my chest, eyes blazing. “You can say all you want about your complications, but you don’t tell me why or who. I mean, for fuck’s sake, do you have some lovechild back home? Are you part of a traveling circus act? Who the fuck knows!”

Now it’s my turn to pace, a reaction from the pile of questions he’s just thrown at me. This isn’t how I envisioned this night going. I should be mourning the loss of a man who has been my steady rock the past few years, not fighting a battle with this crazed lunatic.

“I left home because my mama forced us. She has advancing Alzheimer’s, and so we can keep our house and afford her care, I had to move somewhere where we can earn more money. I lost my job back home. There’s nothing else for me to do. She’s staying in a care facility.” My voice fades, leaving it at that until I realize he’s followed me to the window where I unthinkingly gravitate to.

“Liam and I have been in a relationship for years. When I left, I promised him that we would just be. I didn’t commit to anything more than that.”

“So, you’re still together?”

“No, I mean yes. I said it was complicated…” My head begins to hurt, a migraine imminent from the stress of today. Shutting my eyes tight, I wish the pain away, opening them moments later with the same pain in the back of my eyes and circulating my head.

“Did you fuck him?”

“When?”

“Now, today, whatever!” His eyes continue to haunt me, this jealous beast who is trapping me in the corner of my room.

“No, he wanted to, but I…”

The warmth of his hands suddenly grips my face, lips pressed firmly against mine as he pins my body against the window. The glass is warm, the heat coming through from outside. His tongue rolls against mine, hard and with force, sending a stream of sensations to every part of my body and making me ache everywhere for him.

It’s just a kiss.

How does he do this?

Wesley pulls away, only just, keeping his lips extremely close so I can feel his breath against my skin. I want to tell him to go away, we probably shouldn’t be doing this, but this newfound lust that I have guiding me makes it difficult to think about anything besides his lips.

“I come home, and you’re here with another man, who says he’s your boyfriend. You can expect I will go wild.”

“But he’s not my boyfriend…” I finally admit it. Liam said goodbye, and I let him walk away. I can sugarcoat this in my mind as much as I want to ease the guilt, but the reality is crueler. There is no escaping it no matter how much I try.

“I know… because I am.”

My face pulls awa

y from him, confused. “You are?”

“Why do you sound surprised?”

“Because don’t you ask these things? You can’t assume you’re in a relationship.”

“Maybe, in high school. My thoughts are crazy when I’m around you. And when I’m not around you, they’re wild. I fucking missed this smart mouth of yours when I was gone. So, if that isn’t enough to be your boyfriend, then maybe this is…” He gets down on his knees, his hands wrapping around my legs, eyes wide staring up at me with a sexy grin. “I want you.” With a slow burn, his hands wander up and down against the back of my thighs, causing my legs to shake with pleasure.