it back!”
Vinn lifted it out of reach, glaring as he thumbed through my messages. “Who the hell is Adrian?”
“None of your fucking business!”
Vinn dodged my violent swings and scrolled through texts. “Why do you have so many guys on your contacts list?”
That was rich.
He had an encyclopedia of women at his disposal, but if I texted five men, including my brother, that was a problem.
I opened my mouth to hurl an insult and counted to ten. I couldn’t lose my shit in front of Vinn. “It’s twenty-freaking-twenty. I'm allowed to have male friends.”
He smoldered at the screen, ignoring me.
I raised on tiptoe to read the string of texts.
James: Liana, want to hang out?
Me: No thanks. Just got in bed.
James: I could come over…wreck your tight pussy. Do you like eye contact while I’m eating you out?
Me: Error #4352 Message could not be sent because this user thinks you’re a disgusting asshole.
Rage hardened Vinn’s granite-like face. It struck me how disheveled he looked with the beard clinging to his jaw, the evidence of sleepless nights, and the dark curls begging for a comb. They painted a strange picture.
I’d seen him angry, but never upset.
Before I could ask what was wrong, he stabbed the button to block James’s number. Alarm zipped down my spine.
I choked out a laugh. “Vinn, you can’t do that.”
“I just did.”
I gritted my teeth. James could get run over by a train. I didn’t care about him. It was the principle of Vinn blocking people with impunity that mattered.
“You’re overstepping boundaries,” I said with a desperate firmness. “And it won’t work anyway because I can unblock him.”
Vinn rounded on me, his nostrils flaring. “You are never talking to this jamook again.”
My nails bit into my palms. “I can handle inappropriate jerks. I’m doing it right now.”
“This is revolting,” he hissed. “Why do you tolerate his shit?”
“I don’t,” I ground out. “I shut him down every time.”
“Why haven’t you blocked him?”
I shrugged, annoyed with the inquisition. I believed in keeping my enemies close. The occasional lewd comment paled compared to his behavior, which I’d suffered through because I wouldn’t bring drama to our social circle.
I was sick of men white-knighting me. “Stay out of my private life.”
“That no longer belongs to just you.”
“Then give me your phone!” My shouting pierced my ears, but Vinn never flinched. “I want to see your mistresses deleted from your contacts list.”
His left eyebrow rose a fraction. “Why should I do that?”
The silken thread of warning hit my gut like a sledgehammer. Despair tore at my heart at the idea of him giving them any of his attention.
I hated him, and I loathed my vulnerability to him.
“We’re together. You can’t.”
“Our relationship is fake,” he mocked, a dark smile carving into his face. “The one I have with them isn’t.”
My cheeks blistered.
I lifted my chin, meeting his hostility head-on. “You don’t have relationships. You have flings. Stupid, meaningless, one-night stands you don’t even enjoy.”
“How the hell would you know?”
“Looking into your eyes is like staring into a black hole. Any guy who needs that many women to feel fulfilled has a problem.”
He tossed my phone on the bed, yelling. “I like fucking random women just as much as you love pissing me off!”
Too far.
My misery was a steel weight. I bit my lip until it throbbed like my heartbeat.
Vinn’s gaze searched me, and the aggression dropped from his face.
“Li?” His velvet tone was almost an apology.
Fuck him.
I smothered a sob, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. Then I disappeared into the bathroom and slammed the lock shut.
“Goddamn it, Liana.” He groped the handle and twisted. “Open up.”
“Nope,” I shouted, disguising my shaking voice. “I’m going through your contacts.”
“You better fucking not!”
“Oops. Too late.” My pulse skyrocketed as he wrenched at the doorknob. “Oh, look at that. Girl B sent you a naked photo. You didn’t reciprocate. You are a gentleman and a scholar.”
“I never claimed to be decent.”
“Yeah. I should be happy you respond to my texts, unlike Girl C, who you ghosted months ago.”
He pounded the door. “Stop reading my shit!”
“Oh, you don’t like it? I’m so sorry!”
Vinn smacked the wall. “Open up, smartass.”
“Not yet. After I block them. Wow, you have a lot of mistresses. I wonder, what happens when you reach Girl Z? Will you use a number system?” I snorted, pretending to mull it over. “That’ll be challenging for them. I wouldn’t want to be Girl One Thousand Seventy-Three.”
“Can you have a meltdown over my sex life somewhere else?”
“I’m not having