I was due to be coming or going from the gym alone, Enzo's eyes narrowed on the way my ex looked at me. I knew his too intelligent hazel eyes missed nothing, tracking the eye contact as his fists clenched at his sides.
Tearing the earbuds out as Patrick moved around Beth like the idiot he was, my chest heaved with lack of breath from my workout. Sweat dripped down the sides of my face and my spine as I tucked the cords into my bra strap and bounced on my feet once more and jabbed the bag.
"You look like you've been at it for a while. Why don't we go get you some food?" Patrick asked, standing too close for comfort as I worked. Enzo had already shoved off the wall, moving towards us like stealth on legs. Patrick was too wrapped up in watching my abs clench with every punch to notice the menace coming for him.
Rebel perked her head up from the spot she’d claimed by the window, a low growl rumbling in her throat as she gave Patrick a second warning he was too stupid to catch. "Fairly certain I'd starve before I shared food with you. I'm pretty sure I know where your mouth has been," I said with a brutally bitchy smile. The memory of exactly where Enzo's mouth had been the day before flooded me, bringing a flush to my cheeks. There wasn't much that embarrassed me when it came to sex, but I thought that was probably one of those things where the dirty wrongness of it just called for blushing.
"Come on, Sade," Patrick murmured. "I fucked up, okay?" he asked, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I won't make the same mistake again. Besides, it's not like you haven't been with anyone since me. So that should make us even."
I stopped, finally turning my attention to him fully. It made me wish that I could say I hadn't been with anyone since him to throw that in his face, but the denial would have been a lie. All thanks to the asshole who’d invaded my life and my body. "Unlike you, I waited until after we broke up to sleep with someone else."
"So you are sleeping with someone?" Patrick asked, his jaw tightening like he had a leg to stand on.
"That's really not any of your business, but yes. I've found a new dick to play with." I smirked, hoping against rational thought it would be enough to make him leave me alone. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go home and shower. There's the door. Just in case you forgot how to get there without falling into somebody's pussy."
"Sade..." he started, his voice trailing off as Enzo stepped up beside me. Patrick wasn't small. I had a bit of a size fetish, liking my men big and bulky despite being tiny myself. But even though Enzo was only a couple inches taller, something about his presence was just larger than life.
It would take a special guy to make him seem small, and I wasn't sure such a man existed. Patrick eyed him as Enzo wrapped his arm around me, his palm pressing into my sweat slicked hip with his brand of ownership. Under any other circumstances, I might have protested the public claim the position tried to put on me.
But I was fucking tired, and all I wanted was for Patrick to go away so I could go back to Enzo's and take another hot bath to soothe my sore muscles and ass.
I sighed, relenting and snuggling deeper into Enzo's side. Even pissed at him, I couldn't feel anything but appreciative of the fact that he might help me get rid of the nuisance that I truly had zero intention of taking back. I may have liked things in increments of five, but that didn't apply to second chances.
There was no forgiveness when it came to games of the heart. Not for me.
"Patrick, this is Enzo. Enzo, Patrick. My ex," I explained.
"Can we have a minute?" Patrick asked, stupidly not seeing the frayed edges of restraint written on Enzo's body. The knowledge that he didn't like to fight did nothing to reassure me, not with the way his muscles tensed against my skin with his forearm pressed into my back diagonally.
"No," Enzo answered. He rested his chin on the top of my head, touching his mouth to my hair briefly. "Sadie and I have no secrets. I