Finally (Neighbor from Hell #12) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,57
missed him, Devin thought, narrowing his eyes on the heartless woman as he reached over and stole a slice of pizza, too angry to enjoy the deliciousness that was Blackjack’s pizza. For the next two hours, he was forced to sit there, watching as she snuggled with his children, watching a Disney movie that they’d probably watched a hundred times by now until it was finally bedtime and he found himself abandoned with barely a word.
He would not forget this, Devin decided, kicking off his shoes and pulling his tie loose as he laid back on the couch with a heavy sigh, beyond fucking exhausted. It had been a long fucking day, he thought, only to open his eyes sometime later to find the inconsiderate woman that had abandoned him kneeling next to the couch.
“I’m sorry,” Charlie said, reaching over to run her fingertips down his jaw as he pointedly looked away from her as he bit out, “You’re just using me for my children.”
“I mean, can you really blame me? Have you seen how cute they are?” she asked, sounding amused as she leaned over and kissed his cheek, somewhat appeasing him.
Somewhat.
“We are no longer speaking,” Devin said, folding his arms over his chest as he continued glaring at the wall.
“Aw, did you miss me?” she asked in a syrupy sweet voice.
“No, I’m mad at you,” he said with a sniffle.
“Would it make you feel better if I said that I was sorry again?”
“No.”
“What if I told you that I missed you?” she said, which had him turning his head so that he could glare at her.
“Don’t lie to me, woman,” he bit out with a glare that told her how he felt about her trying to patronize him.
“Or that I thought about you all day?” Charlie offered with the sweetest fucking smile.
“I don’t need your pity,” Devin said, once again turning his head away from the cruel woman that was playing with his emotions.
There was a pause and then a long-drawn-out sigh that had him turning his head and…
“What are you doing?” he found himself asking as he watched her slowly unsnap her pants as she toed off her shoes.
“Relaxing after a long day,” Charlie said, wiggling out of her jeans as he laid there, forced to bite back a groan as he watched her slowly reveal a pair of soft white cotton panties and short golden legs.
He watched as she grabbed the large blanket that she liked to keep on the couch for snuggling, pulled it around her shoulders seconds before she fucking destroyed him by climbing onto the couch and laying on top of him with a satisfied sigh as she grabbed the television remote off the coffee table and-
Promptly ignored him.
Chapter 27
“Do you not care that I’m no longer speaking to you?” the man that she was using as a mattress demanded as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss against the top of her head as she debated between starting another Harry Potter marathon or watching something that would probably give her nightmares.
“I do. I really do, but watching movies helps dull the pain,” she murmured absently as she scrolled through the horror movie options on Amazon only to end up turning her head so that she could glare at the man that had plucked the remote out of her hand.
“I demand a do-over,” Devin said, making her frown as he tossed the remote aside.
“What are you talking about?” Charlie asked, unable to help but notice just how good he felt as she shifted to get more comfortable.
“I want another chance to make this right,” he said, pushing a loose strand of her hair back behind her ear.
“You’ve lost me,” she said, frowning at the incredibly handsome man that she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about all day.
“Our first date,” he said softly as he wrapped his arm back around her.
“What about it?”
“I want a do-over.”
“But we’ve already moved onto the second date?” Charlie pointed out.
“We have?” he asked, looking adorably confused.
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Five minutes ago,” Charlie said with a sad shake of her head and a mumbled, “I’m really going to need you to keep up here.”
“Isn’t it a little too soon for a second date?”
“It’s never too soon for a second date,” she said, only to ask, “How long has it been since you went on a date?”
“A little over seven years,” Devin admitted with a rueful smile.
“That explains it,” she said with a sympathetic wince.