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her that we need to talk when she gets back once I realized where this was going.”
“I’m sorry, don’t cry; I can’t bear that.” I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt his fingers wiping the tears from my cheeks. He went on to explain about how they met and how they came to be fuck buddies and yadda-yadda, and the whole time I was off somewhere in my head doing who knows what.
“How many lovers have you had?” I know exactly how to fix this.
“A few why?”
“I need the full body count Macalister.”
“I don’t see what good that would do.”
“It’s simple; I’ll just have to have as many lovers as you’ve had, so we’re even.” I was only joking, but you’d think I just took all his money and gave him a life-threatening disease the way he reacted.
Out came that hand, and around my throat, it went. Dishes went flying every which way off the bed splattering rich French stew all over the sheets and covers and onto the floor, but the maniac who was now on top of me could care less. He had murder in his eyes, and I was as cool and collected as someone who was figuring out how to pull her alpha nerd’s strings could be.
I guess he’d forgotten that that hand around the throat thing doesn’t mean the same thing to me as it does others. I just simply spread my legs beneath the robe he’d put on me that had now fallen open. His nostrils flared at my scent though he was trying to ignore it. “If you ever let anyone else near you, I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” I stared him right in the eyes.
He lowered his head and kissed me hard enough to hurt just right while knocking my legs apart with his knee, and then he was there, slamming into me punishingly hard. He so lost that fight. Anyway, that was the night I unleashed the jealousy monster, and let me tell you; there is nothing like a jealous billionaire nerd with more money than sense.
Since that day almost four months ago, he’s tried keeping me on a tight leash, which I allow when it suits me, but every once in a while, I pop that leash just to get a rise out of him, but this time hadn’t been one of them. I guess I underestimated his angst over the two of us being apart for so long.
“How was your day?” It wasn’t just a question, something I’ve learned with time. When Jared asks me that, he genuinely wants a byplay of the ups and downs of my day. It’s cute that he has the time because I can ramble, which I did, on and on about everything and everyone.
“Samantha, I know you’re mad at your brother, but I didn’t realize you wanted him dead.”
“What? Who said that? I never said I wanted that.”
“You just said that your brother was about to hit you.” Well, shit, alpha nerd on the rise. The last thing I need is him coming here in a day or two with murder on his mind. Better do some damage control fast. “Samantha!”
Yep, I know that cold, detached tone very well. The only time I’d heard it is when he’d threatened Lisa for threatening me. No-strings my ass. The only difference I found between Lisa and Tessa is that she might be slightly prettier than the succubus that had taken over my brother's life. It was obvious when comparing the two women that he had a type, but Jared says I have them both beat hands down, so there's that.
Samantha
I better distract him and fast. As much benefit as I get out of him losing his shit on someone, I don’t necessarily want that anger directed at my idiot brother. I still have high hopes of him coming to his senses, and I doubt having the likes of Jared Macalister on a tear on his ass would help his predicament.
His reaction sent my mind scurrying back down memory lane again. It had been less than a week after he’d browbeat me into moving in with him. The only reason I’d given in, in the end, is because he’d convinced me that no one else had ever had the honor, and believe me, I’d checked. I went over every corner of his penthouse with a fine toothcomb, looking for so much as a hair that didn’t belong to him or me.
Once I was sure that he wasn’t