How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,47
seem a little less intense.
By the time I got home, I was beyond starving.
I couldn’t wait to order food, take a shower, have a drink, and just forget about the day.
What I didn’t expect was to find my new wife standing outside my apartment door, looking beautiful and pissed at me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Callie
“We need to talk,” I said, promising myself I’d keep my eyes on Jackson’s eyes and not his beautiful, sweaty body.
“Mind if I go inside and get a drink?”
“Sure,” I said.
I moved away from the door.
After all, it was his apartment.
I smelled the dried sweat on his clothes and skin. It wasn’t a sexy smell at all. What got to me was picturing Jackson lifting weights. Actually sweating. Knowing his body had been working so hard… so hard. So. Hard.
I looked down at my feet.
I was barefoot.
I wiggled my toes.
Callie… focus…
I made a quick mental note that I needed to handle my own personal business.
There was no way I could walk around eye humping Jackson in his workout clothes like I was. I just needed a little relief. A little two finger session… or something exciting from my drawer…
Who am I kidding? Toys? Batteries? Not a chance. That was all to tease Jackson. I had no toys. There was no collection. There was one pink thing that had a hook coming off of it that kind of looked more painful than pleasureful.
“Are you going to come inside?” Jackson asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
I stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind me.
Jackson went right to the fridge.
He showed me a beer bottle. “Drink?”
“Sure.”
He twisted off the cap and put it on the counter.
He got one for himself.
“A beer after the gym?” I asked.
“It’s good for you,” he said. “I’m not kidding either. Look it up.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
I grabbed the bottle of beer and stood kind of in the same spot as I did before. With Jackson across from me. Only he wasn’t shirtless, making me breakfast.
“Something tells me you didn’t come here to talk about exercising and drinking,” he said.
“No.”
“I bet it has something to do with the guy you were tongue fucking before.”
The way his nostrils flared, I smiled.
“Jealous…”
He leaned forward. “No. Like I told you. Act like my wife.”
“I am,” I said. “I’m here to talk. Married couples talk.”
“No, they don’t.”
“The ones that don’t get divorced do.”
“Did your parents not talk?” Jackson asked.
“My father ran out when I was young,” I said. “I never heard from him again. Never saw him. Never got a birthday card or a Christmas present.”
“So that’s why you have issues with men?” Jackson asked. “You think everyone is going to break your heart like your daddy did.”
“Fuck you, Jackson,” I said. “Don’t try to read into me. You don’t know a thing about me.”
“Well, you’re in my apartment, drinking a beer with me,” he said. “You wanted to see me. You wanted to be in here with me.”
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself,” I said.
“Might be too late for that. We’re already married.”
I looked at his wedding band.
I looked at mine.
Too little too late… but that’s when I finally asked a really honest question to myself.
What the fuck am I doing here?
Jackson stepped back and leaned against the counter.
His dirty, sweaty shirt… muscles galore… the mean look in his eyes… drinking a beer…
“Derrick,” I blurted out.
“My name is Jackson.”
“Really?”
“How many times have you screamed the wrong name?” he asked with a devilish grin.
“Give me someone man enough to make me scream and we’ll see.”
“Oh, fuck, Callie. You’ve never had wild enough sex where you scream the person’s name? No wonder you’re all wound up. That’s a tragedy.”
“Stop,” I said. “I have plenty of… you know what? I’m not telling you that stuff.”
“You don’t want to tell me your number? I’ll tell you mine.”
“Number… no.”
“Did you fuck the guy you were kissing?”
My cheeks felt warm.
Jackson had a sexy way of making me feel uncomfortable. And that wasn’t like me.
“Yes,” I said.
Jackson’s lip curled. “When was the last time?”
“When was the last time you had sex?” I asked.
“I wasn’t the one kissing someone else today, Callie.”
“He kissed me.”
“That’s your best defense?”
“It’s the truth. You know, I came here to talk to you about this.”
“So then talk.”
“You won’t shut up for a second.”
“You’re avoiding the subject,” Jackson said.
“His name is Derrick. Yes, we’ve slept together. Many times, actually. Okay? We were never serious. More of a…”
“Fuck buddy?” Jackson asked.
“Sure. Something like that.”
“Is this you asking for permission to fuck him?” Jackson asked. “Because