UnScrew Me by Hayley Faiman

Author:Hayley Faiman [Faiman, Hayley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

PRESLEY

I march away from the sound of him chuckling behind me. The asshole. I stomp into his room, slamming the door behind me. I’m irrationally angry. No, I’m lying to myself now. I’m jealous. That green-eyed fucking monster is consuming me.

I’ve never felt this way before. I can feel that shit fill my veins and flow through me I’m so damn jealous of this bitch. She had him for twenty years all she had to do was say the word, and she didn’t. Now that I’m here, she’s decided she wants him.

Fuck that.

I won’t fight. If he wants her, he can have her. He’s telling me he doesn’t, but I find that hard to believe. How does someone dream of being with a person for twenty years and when the opportunity arises, how does he not at least take a taste?

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I am so worked up. I can’t sit still for a second longer, standing, I pace. After a few minutes, I decide to go to the bathroom across the hall and clean up.

After I’ve cleaned up the remnants of our sexcapades of the night, I feel hollow. I like having Joel inside of me. There’s a closeness about having his cum inside of me. Maybe I’m weird, more like I’m just desperate.

“Fuck this,” I hiss.

Turning away from the room, I slowly walk down the side of the stairs, hoping that I won’t be seen by anyone. I glance around the busy bar area. My heart aches when I see the scene in front of me. I’ve been upstairs for a total of fifteen minutes, and there they are together.

The allusive, beautiful and curvy Savanna and Joel. She’s got her head tipped back, a smile on her face and she’s leaning into him. He’s smiling down at her. It’s soft, it’s sweet looking. In fact, I really look at them. They look like they fit together.

Savanna is wearing black jeans and a low scooped neck top that showcases her cleavage. There’s a thick silver necklace that covers the expanse of her upper chest and it matches the silver bangles that are wrapped around her wrist.

Skimming down to her shoes, I let out a puff of air. She’s wearing bright red high heels. She looks every bit the part of a badass biker chick. In other words, she looks like the exact opposite of me, of a third grade school teacher.

She lifts her hand, wrapping it around his bicep and lets out a throaty laugh. I close my eyes, that laugh and touch feeling like a physical punch. I inhale a deep breath opening my eyes again, to look over at them. He has his hand on her shoulder and I watch as he squeezes it, smiling down at her. They are the only two people in the room, they fucking shine together.

It’s too much.

Turning away from them, I head out the back. There’s a blonde standing with her back against the wall when I finally step into the cool desert air.

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