Pulse - Part 3 (Pulse 3)

His gaze darts over my face. "You're everything. Don't you know that? You're fucking everything to me."

Chapter 6

"I'm not." The words leave my lips before I have time to temper the emotion that is coursing through them. They're true though, I'm not. I'm not everything to him.

"Jessica." His body stiffens as he scans my face. "You know how I feel."

I raise both brows in response. I know how he feels? Him? What about how I feel? "I know that you enjoy the company of a lot of different women. Everything on that phone just proved that to me."

"Fuck that phone." His soft tone tears into me. I'm raging inside. Everything that I'd held in for the past two weeks is rushing to the surface and he's standing here acting so calm and collected. I want to reach out and slap him across his unshaven face.

"How can you say that?" I bite past all of the emotions. "Do you know what it felt like? Looking at all those women's names? All of those messages?"

"It kills me that you saw that." His eyes pierce through me. "I keep thinking about how I'd feel if I found a phone filled with guy's numbers and messages talking about how they want to fuck you."

I rally some inner strength before I speak. "You'd never find that. That's not who I am." The words are meant to sting. That's why I shot them at him.

"I'm not that person anymore." He shields his mouth with his hand as if he's warding off something. Maybe a grimace or a wince? Maybe he's still proud of all his conquests and he's aching to crack a smile.

"When did you last sleep with a woman?" I don't want to keep beating this issue into the ground. I want him to finally admit that what he said in the bed that night when he told me I was different was just a litany of bullshit meant to convince me not to fuck anyone else.

"Right before I left for Boston." His tone is steady, and his gaze is unwavering. "When I fucked you slowly and you came all over my cock."

I resist the urge to moan right there on the spot. God, that was amazing. I had thought about that moment every day since I walked out of his hotel room two weeks ago.

"Before that? When?" I push. I want him to just admit that he's been seeing other women this entire time.

"It was the day before that when you sucked me off and I shot my load all over your beautiful breasts and then you rode my dick until you screamed my name."

I'm so aroused. My body is aching for his. Even knowing that he's been with that many women, I still want him. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"The time before that," he begins before he steps closer to me, "was on the kitchen table in my apartment. I bent you over and rammed my cock balls deep into that tight, sweet little body of yours. You couldn't even hold on. You came almost instantly."

I had. I remember. I'd gone to get a glass of water and he was right behind me, pushing me down, pulling up my dress and just taking me.

"When's the last time you fucked someone else?" I look up from the floor and directly into his eyes. "Don't bullshit me. Tell me when."

I see a flash of panic wash over him and my heart drops. Please don't say since you said all those beautiful things to me in your bed. Please don't let it be since then.

"When, Nathan." I push. I just want to know. I just want it to be over with.

"Cassie." He closes his eyes briefly before pulling them back up to lock on mine. "It was with Cassie."

Chapter 7

It's a lie. It's a goddamn, straight-in-my face, unbelievable lie.

"You're a fucking liar." I push my finger into his chest and he doesn't budge. "You know that's not true."

He pulls my hand into his in one swift motion. "Don't call me a liar," he seethes. "Ever, Jessica."

"You. Are. A. Liar," I spit the words out one-by-one, letting them roll off my tongue with languid grace. "A fucked up liar."

"You don't know me," he bites back. It's harsh, the tone petulant and rage filled.

"Exactly," I snipe. "All I know about you is that you're incredibly good in bed and you've been with more women than I can count. So many women that you can't even remember them all. "It's razor sharp and meant to pierce through him.

It does. He takes a step back as if I've physically struck him. "Enough." His hand darts up to ward me off.