How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,60
he screamed again and jumped out of the apartment.
He fell to the floor and looked up at me.
“Seriously though,” I said. “Thanks for getting her home safe.”
“Fuck you!” Derrick yelled as I slammed the door.
I turned and started to smile.
Callie was right there, slapping me across the face.
I grabbed her face - gently - and I kissed her.
She put her hands to my chest and pushed me away.
“What is wrong with you?” she yelled.
“Me? You brought a guy home to fuck. What’s wrong with you?”
“It was your idea,” Callie said. “Remember?”
“I didn’t realize we shook on the deal,” I said.
“Just get out of here, Jackson. This night has been…”
“What?” I asked. “What did you think it was going to be? That guy had every intention of fucking you all night long. You cock teased him. And then you said you were going to fuck him?”
“Those words never left my mouth,” Callie said.
“What was said then?” I asked.
“Wait. Where’s your date?”
“Why does that matter?”
“You fucked her, didn’t you?” Callie asked.
“Not yet,” I said. “I was waiting for you to come home first.”
“So you could shove Derrick out?”
“He’s a loser.”
“Your date is a bimbo.”
“She’s actually really smart.”
“Fuck you, Jackson,” Callie said.
I put my hands to her hips and pulled her against me.
I lowered my mouth to her ear.
“Want me to finish what I started in that bathroom stall?” I offered.
Callie pushed me away again. “First off, asshole, I started it myself. I didn’t need you. Then or now. So go home, Jackson. The night is over.”
“For you,” I said.
“What does that mean?”
“What do you think it means?” I asked.
Callie curled her lip. “She’s in your bed, isn’t she?”
“Maybe.”
“You left that bimbo whore in your bed to come over here and mess with me.”
“You’re my wife,” I said. “You take precedence.”
“I’m going to go over there and do to her what you did to Derrick,” Callie said.
I opened the apartment door and nodded.
“Go for it,” I said.
Callie grabbed her dress and ran out of the apartment.
I followed her to my apartment.
I guess the night really wasn’t over yet.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Callie
There was no talking common sense into me as I barged into Jackson’s apartment.
It was pretty simple.
If he was going to be a dick to Derrick and throw him out and chase him away, I was going to do the same to his date.
To Maggie.
The whore, Maggie.
For all I knew she could have built villages for starving children across the globe, but being in my husband’s bed… you were a whore.
Jackson was behind me but didn’t try to stop me.
He just kind of lingered there, probably enjoying it.
In his mind, he was fantasizing about me grabbing Maggie and throwing her out of the bed. Knowing him, he hoped that a tit would pop out. Or we’d end up in our panties, smacking each other with pillows. Or better yet - we’d somehow end up kissing and invite Jackson to join us.
The thoughts were so real that I stopped at his bedroom door and looked back at him.
“You are one sick asshole,” I said.
“Me? What did I do?”
“You know what you did,” I said. “What you’re thinking. Sicko.”
Jackson laughed.
That made it worse.
He loved it. He played into it.
Nothing bothered him about it.
I opened the bedroom door and hurried inside.
“Okay you fucking whore…”
I looked around the bedroom.
It was empty.
The bed was perfectly made.
Not a wrinkle on the comforter. Not a pillow out of place.
I took a deep breath and smelled the air.
It didn’t have that sex smell.
Which meant…
“Gotcha,” Jackson whispered right into my ear.
His hands touched my hips.
He had set me up.
And I’d fallen for it.
I stepped out of his grasp and spun around. “That’s the best you’ve got?”
“Who’s jealous now?” he asked.
“Oh, this wasn’t jealousy. This was about fairness.”
“Fairness?”
“Yeah,” I said. “If I’m not getting laid, neither are you.”
“I sent Maggie packing,” Jackson said. “We didn’t even get a ride home together. I got her a car and she was gone.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jackson said, taking a step toward me. “What about you? You’re the one who brought someone home to fuck. You were going to ruin this whole thing.”
“I wasn’t going to fuck Derrick,” I said. I wasn’t sure if that was a lie or not. “I was just trying to mess with you. And it worked.”
“That guy is a loser.”
“And you care why?”
“Because if my wife fucks a loser behind my back, that makes me a loser.”
I laughed. “Oh, so you have a standard of man I get to cheat with?”