The room was darker than usual. Low light. No music. Just the soft hum of air conditioning and him—on the bed, legs bent, bare and waiting like nothing had happened.
He looked up at me like he’d expected me all along.
“You ignoring me now?” I said, slamming the door shut behind me.
He didn’t flinch. “You came.”
I stalked toward the bed, voice low. “Yeah, I came. After watching you play boyfriend with some guy in a café while ghosting me.”
His lips curved up. “Jealousy looks hot on you.”
I was on him in a blink—grabbing his wrists, shoving him flat on the bed. My c**k was already hard, and I hadn’t even kissed him yet.
“You let him touch you?” I snapped, yanking his thighs open. “Did he f**k you?”
He grinned. “What if he did?”
Red. I saw red.
I spat in my palm, stroked my c**k jus
