Charity Case - The Complete Series - Piper Rayne Page 0,108

wants from me.

“I see a law degree didn’t erase your crass side.” I tilt my head to the side, jut my hip out and wait for his comeback.

“Don’t worry Chels, I can still be as crass as you need me to be to get you off while you ride me.” He winks and my lady parts scream and fight, wanting to be heard. To let him show us how great he is. I refuse to give in though. I’m no longer the doe-eyed girl I once was.

“I only liked the cowgirl position because your dick was so small it was the only way I could feel it.”

A slow grin warms his face. “Keep telling yourself that. We both know I wasn’t even all the way in your mouth before you’d be choking during a blowjob.”

He stands there all smug. I take my two hands and plant them on his apparently still muscular chest and shove him so I can escape. God help me. He falters back and I storm out of there.

“Chels,” he pleads as I walk steadily out of the office.

“Fuck you, Dean.” I raise my middle finger in the air and luckily since everyone has left for the day, the elevator comes before he can chase me down. Not like he would. He didn’t when it mattered, why would he now?

When the elevator doors close, I will the tears to wait. A drop trickles down my cheek. By the time I’m on the first floor, walking across the lobby to the security desk to drop my visitor badge, I’m wiping away my tears.

“Thank you again,” I mumble, dropping the badge and continuing to the revolving doors. Once I’m back outside on the sidewalk of a perfect spring evening in Chicago, I flag a taxi down and slide in, finally allowing myself to crumble.

“Nearest red line L station,” I say and bury my head into my hands.

The tears are hot and fast and uncontrollable. Not because of the sparing match he outwitted me in. I couldn’t very well continue on the path of the small penis. Back in college, all his locker room buddies were jealous that a guy who had everything got to have a huge dick, too. Once his pro ball prospects crashed and burned, they probably said, ‘at least he’s got that dick going for him. He could make a killing in porn.’

Why am I even thinking about this?

I pull my cell phone out, not knowing who to talk to about this. My cousin Skylar would only warn me to stay the hell away from him. Plus, her and her fiancé Beckett are in Utah, packing their houses up for their fresh start. Her sister Zoe would likely head down to his office and beat the shit out of him.

My fingers move, and I dial the only person who would understand, even if she’s in her happily ever after bubble now.

“What’s up, Chelsea?” Victoria asks, the happiness alive and well in her tone. “Did you know he bought the house next to my mom?!”

Reed Warner, the fucking prince.

“Did he? I didn’t know.” I really try to inflect some sort of excitement for my friend, but all I see is darkness around me.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

The phone muffles slightly and I hear a few faint kissing sounds.

“I saw the tax attorney.”

“Is he hot? You’ve been into good guys lately and what tax attorney isn’t a good guy, right?” She giggles.

“Hey now,” Reed says in the background close enough for me to realize they’re probably laying down in their new house getting ready to christen it or something.

“He’s not a good guy, Vic.” I take a deep breath, wishing I could scream at the top of my lungs right now. “He’s my ex-husband!”

“Whoa,” Reed interrupts again obviously hearing me through the phone.

“You’re busy, I’ll let you go.”

“No, you won’t. Meet us at Reed’s in half an hour.”

“What?” Reed doesn’t sound too enthused about the plan. “But—” The phone muffles again.

“I’m calling Cooper to let you up in case you get there before us,” Victoria says when she gets back on the line.

“Okay, thanks.” I click off the phone. “I’m sorry, can you go to Michigan and Erie?” I ask the cab driver.

He nods and horns honk as he weaves all the way to the left to turn around.

It’s then that I remember Glen. Opening my phone up to our thread of messages, I now have fifteen unread from him.

Glen: It’s cool. Almost here?

Glen: ??

Glen: What’s taking you so