The Misters: Books 1-5 Box Set by JA Huss

Author:JA Huss [Huss, JA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Science Future Press
Published: 2018-02-14T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty - Weston

“Say it.” Victoria Arias looms over me, her feet planted on either side of my hips, seething. “I want to hear you say it.”

She looks like the storm that just passed. That poor lavender shirt is rippling in the remnants of the wind. It’s ruined. And out of nowhere, like God was playing a trick on us earlier, it starts to rain. Hard, pouring-down rain.

“What’s your fucking problem?” I ask. “Just what the fuck, Tori?”

She drops, her ass sitting on my dick, but nothing about this moment says seductive. She slaps me six times in the face. Both hands, one after the other. Six times. Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam.

“Say it!” She yells it this time.

I taste blood in my mouth and reach up to wipe it away as I look her in the eyes.

Those beautiful violet eyes. That wild dark hair is sticking to her face as she rages. And her breasts are practically bursting out of her shirt—those last two buttons have no hope of containing them.

Another slap, and this time it stings.

“Stop it,” I say, grabbing both her wrists and pulling her down onto my chest. “Just fucking stop it.”

“I hate you more, Weston Conrad.” Her voice is low. Even. Controlled. “I hate you more than you will ever know and I want to hear you say it.”

“Why should I give in to you? Why the fuck should I? Do you really think this badass attitude you have is cute, Miss Arias? Well, it isn’t. It’s fucking old, OK? I’m sick of it. I’m sick of you. And I’m not giving you what you want. Ever.”

I push her off me and get up. I’m wet, I’m covered in sand, I’m hungry, I’m thirsty, and my dick has been hard for three days.

“You’re a coward,” Victoria says, her South American accent appearing. “You’re a coward and a cheat.”

“That makes no sense. And I’m not a cheat. You’re the fucking cheat. How the hell did you get here, huh, Victoria? You cheated!”

She’s on her knees now, that goddamned lavender shirt blowing open. “Well, just give me what I want, Weston Conrad. And then we can part ways and never see each other again.”

“I’m not giving you this contract. Fuck that. I earned it. You’re the one who tried to steal it from me.”

“I don’t just want the contract, you idiot. I never wanted the contract. I wanted you.”

I just blink at her. “What?”

“Did,” she clarifies. “I don’t want you anymore. I wouldn’t want you if you were the last man on Earth!”

“Or a deserted island?” I say, laughing.

She throws a handful of sand at me, but the wind catches it and it goes in her eyes. Her hands fly up to her face as she doubles over in pain.

Fuck.

“Victoria,” I say, dropping down to see if she’s OK.

She’s not. She’s crying.

“Victoria,” I say again as I try to pry her hands off her face. “Let me see.”

She shakes her head and starts to sniffle. “Just tell me what I want to hear.

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