“Alright. Suit yourself. I’m just trying to catch up.”
“There’s no point. We’re not happening again.”
“What makes you think I want us to happen again?”
I shake my head, an annoyed smirk curling at my lips. “You’ve been riding my dick all day, Sharon. First of all you came over here randomly. You’ve been doing it all week. I was being nice by allowing you to help us out but you’re no longer needed. I know you. You’re sneaky.”
She nibbles at her bottom lip, aiming to be sexy. “Can I ask you something?”
Sighing, I ask, “What?”
“What are you moving away so quickly for?”
Her question catches me completely off guard. Then, before I know it, she’s pushing me back and I’m landing on the couch. “The fuck are you doing?” I growl as she climbs on top of me.
“Nolan, seriously. I know you miss me. Cut the fucking act. Mills told me you and that girl broke up.”
“Get the fuck off of me.” I push her off and she lands on the cushion beside me. Her green irises broaden but I shake my head as I take a step back. “Just get the fuck out.”
“Wait a minute,” she says, a smile curling at her lips.
My heart thumps as she stands and inches closer. I can feel her perky breast rubbing against my chest, her fruity scent lingering in my nostrils. Her fingers trail from the center of my chest to my shoulder and then up to my jawline. I shove her hand away but she laughs. “I should have known,” she says.
My eyes narrow. “Known what?”
“You haven’t changed.”
“I’ve come a long from you.”
“Oh yeah?” She flips her hair over her shoulder. “How long exactly, Nolan? Because I’m sure if I were to lead you into that bedroom and yank your pants down, you wouldn’t be able to control yourself.” My nostrils flare as she smirks up at me. Her fingers curl around the hem of my shirt and her knuckles brush against my skin. “Just give it up. There’s no changing the player of all players. There’s no going back after doing it for so long. I’m sorry I and a few others made you this way but, to be honest, I kind of like it.”
Her fingers then unbutton my jeans but I pull away, shoving her hand away again. How the fuck am I getting turned on by this? By Sharon? The bitch who ripped my heart in two. “You need to go. You’re not fucking this up for me.”
She steps forward and leans against me. Her erect nipples press through my white T-shirt. “If you want something refreshing, remember I’ll be here. There’s nothing wrong with coming back to me, Nolan.”
“Fuck you. Get out.”
Just as my threatening words fill the heavy atmosphere, the front door swings open and Mills steps inside with a few more folded cardboard boxes in hand, Tike trailing in behind him. Mills looks at me and my unbuttoned jeans instantly and then down at Sharon who’s still standing close. “Well, I think we’re about done here,” Mills says, giving me a hard glare. “We’ll finish up tomorrow.”
Clearing her throat, Sharon takes a step back and pushes her hair behind her. “Tomorrow sounds great.” She grins then picks her purse up from the corner table. I grimace the entire time she pulls her keys out and makes her way towards the door. “Goodbye gentleman.”
As soon as she’s out of sight, Mills slams the door then marches for me. “I swear to fucking God if you screw this shit up I will beat your fucking heart out, Nolan!”
“What the hell are you threatening me for? She came onto me!”
Mills shoves me against my chest with hardened, intimidating features. “Just shut the fuck up. I know you and I know her. If we wouldn’t have come you would have fucked that girl, Nolan. I swear if we go to Miami for no fucking reason I’m beating your ass and I’m not kidding. You aren’t about to waste my fucking time and have me rushing around to get this house in order just to screw everything up. I don’t have time for your immature-ass games.”
“Oh yeah,” Tike says, butting in. “A chick named Natalie called your phone earlier. You left your phone in my car so I thought I’d just answer. She told me to tell you that “we’re done” . . . yeah . . . those were her exact words.”