you’ve found me, you really just can’t help yourself, but you’re not sure if you can risk your heart by taking this to the next step,” she continued, getting part of it wrong.
“I’m sure,” he told her, because apparently he was a fucking moron.
“Yes, I’m sure you are,” she said, nodding emphatically and forcing him to move his head out of the way before she head-butted him in the nose.
“This isn’t a game, Kasey,” he said, shifting to move his aching cock away from her ass, which caused the little bastard to jerk in a vain attempt to press back against the ass that had caressed it in just the right way.
“Oh, isn’t it?” she asked, tilting her head so that she could glare over her shoulder at him as she said, “Isn’t this the part where I feel honored to be the one? I should probably be tearing my clothes off and dropping to my knees so that I can make this very difficult decision easier for you, because of course, I’m honored that you chose me,” she finished off dryly as she shoved back and this time, he let her go.
Nodding slowly, he backed away and climbed off the bed before he took a steadying breath and said, “You don’t go on the internet very much, do you?”
“But, clearly you do,” she said in disgust as she pushed off the bed so that she could glare at him. “Next time, find a better angle, because this one isn’t working.”
And how badly he wished that was true.
Nodding, he grabbed his boots and said, “Do me a favor, Google my name,” and with that, he left not knowing if she was going to do it or not, but on the off chance that she did, he really didn’t want to be there to see it happen.
Chapter 33
“He looks horrible,” Sara said on a bored sigh that Kasey chose to ignore as she shifted on the uncomfortable wood bench that she’d declared her desk over a week ago after she’d discovered how big of a prick Reese was.
“That’s nice,” she said, sounding bored as she stared at her computer screen, absolutely refusing to look at the jerk that she hated herself for missing so damn much.
“Are you ever going to tell me what happened?” Sara asked, popping a chip in her mouth as she sat down on the old bench that she should probably look into replacing, and sighed heavily.
When Kasey ignored her, Sara sighed again, shifted, which caused the bench to wobble and that splinter that had been poking her for the past hour to stab her in the thigh. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to focus on the recipe that she was working on and ignored her best friend bugging the shit out of her and the man that she really wished that she could honestly say that she hated as he continued to work on her house.
“Well?” Sara asked after a few minutes.
“Just leave it alone,” she said, shaking her head as she tried to focus on work, but it was difficult with Reese there, distracting her and the fact that she was exhausted made it nearly impossible.
“You’re still not sleeping?” Sara asked with a bored sigh.
“No,” she said, not mentioning the fact that the last time she could remember sleeping well, really well, had been that nap that she’d taken in Reese’s arms.
The bastard had ruined sleep for her, she thought with disgust.
“He looks seriously pissed,” Sara noted as she helped herself to Kasey’s bottle of orange juice.
“Good,” she said, glad that she wasn’t the only one.
“I don’t think I’ve seen him smile once in the past week.”
“Don’t care,” she said with a wistful sigh as she looked at her now empty juice bottle.
“He’s staring at you again,” Sara said, popping another chip in her mouth.
“Good for him,” she said, refusing to look, because she was done.
Absolutely freaking done.
She still couldn’t believe that the whole thing had been an act to get her in bed. Maybe she should be flattered that he’d been willing to put in so much effort to get her to spread.
No, she should definitely be pissed, she amended a moment later while she watched as the large tan hand that she wanted to slap, placed an ice cold apple juice in front of her. Then, without a word he was gone.
When Sara moved to grab it, she slapped her hand, twisted off the cap and took a deep satisfying sip, deciding that he owed her this for all the bullshit that he’d put her through.
Virgin her ass, she thought bitterly with a shake of her head and another sip of that refreshing juice that was making sitting out here in the hot sun somewhat more tolerable. Refusing to look at him, unless it was to glare, she returned to staring at her computer screen.
“You tell me everything,” Sara said with a pout.
“Apparently not,” she said, taking another sip.
“I thought you were friends.”
“So did I,” she said, starting to feel pissed again at the reminder that he’d played her so damn well.
“You’re not going to tell me what’s going on between you and Reese, are you?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, so then tell me what’s going on between you and Eric,” Sara said, trying to steal her juice, but a well-placed slap to the back of her hand had her rethinking that bad decision and pulling her hand away with a huff.
“I have no idea what’s going on with Eric,” she admitted with a sigh as she looked at her phone and shook her head when she didn’t see any new text notifications.
This was just super fun having two men pissed at her, she thought dryly as she returned her attention back to the recipe that she’d been staring at for the past three hours. She had no idea what she did to Eric to make him this pissy and right now she really didn’t care.
About a week ago when he’d decided to start acting like this she’d asked him what was wrong. He’d ignored her and stormed off and she hadn’t seen him since. He still went to Mikey’s practices, but other than that, she had no idea where he’d been staying or what had his panties in a twist and she didn’t really care.
“So, then back to Yummy,” Sara said around another chip.
“Don’t call him that.”
“Okay, you really need to tell me what’s going on,” she said, shifting on the bench so that she was facing her.
Shaking her head, she admitted on a grumble. “He lied to me.”
“About?” Sara asked, popping another chip in her mouth.
“Can we just forget this?” she asked, rubbing her hands down her face and wishing that she’d gone to the library to work instead of opting to work here today.
“No, we really can’t,” Sara said, tossing the bag of chips aside. “What’s going on, Kasey?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Kasey said, dropping her hands away.
“And I really don’t care. Start talking,” Sara said in a tone that told her that her best friend wasn’t going to stop bugging her until she told her everything.
Taking a deep breath. She did just that. She told her about the kiss, leaving out the whole closet episode, because they really didn’t need to talk about that. When she was done, Sara just sat there, staring at her for a few minutes, and kind of creeping her out, before she spoke.
“You didn’t Google him, did you?” she asked softly as she reached for the computer, pulled up Google and typed in Reese’s name while Kasey sat there, seriously wondering why she was bothering.
“Sara, it doesn’t matter,” she said even as her stomach dropped when the results popped up and when they did, she realized that she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
Sara didn’t say anything as she clicked one link after the other, but Kasey thought she was going to be sick. There were videos, pictures, copies of that horrifying letter everywhere, whole websites dedicated to him, bets placed on him, some of the most hateful, vilest things she’d ever read said about him.
The whole thing was just…cruel.
To have something so private be shared like this…