Rock Chick Revenge(71)

A weird look crossed his face before he muttered, “Fuck.”

“Fuck is right!” I snapped. “What’s going on?”

“I got a problem at work, I’m fixing it,” he said, passing it off like it was nothing. “Listen, Ava, you and me –”

“There is no you and me,” I interrupted him.

His hands tightened on my wrists. “Listen!” he clipped. “I know you got a problem with the whole Sissy thing –”

The whole “Sissy thing”?

Oh… my… God.

I vowed quadruple-revenge against Dom, rat-bastard.

He went on. “I’m leaving her.”

“You can’t leave her, she already left you,” I reminded him.

“Then I’ll give her a divorce, no contest.”

Well this was good news.

“Wonderful. I can’t wait to tell her. She’ll be over the moon.”

Obviously, Dom didn’t care that his wife of five years would be thrilled at his granting a no-contest divorce.

I knew this mainly because he said, “Then you and I can hook up.”

I blinked again.

Was he insane? Why were men such total ass**les?

“We’re not hooking up,” I snapped.

I watched as his face changed in a soft, sexy way and I felt a weird moment of sadness. Mainly because he was hot and that look on his face was even hotter. If he’d been a good guy, some woman (read: Sissy) would have been very lucky. Instead, he was a rat-bastard, tore through women’s lives and left devastation in his wake.

“You changed. Noah f**ked you over and you changed,” he said, his voice just as soft and sexy as his face and I stared at him. “You got this… attitude,” his eyes dropped to my mouth. “Fuck, makes me hard just thinkin’ about it,” he muttered.

Ho-ly crap.

I pulled at my wrists. “Let me go!” I shouted.

His fingers tightened and it kinda hurt. “You and me will be good together. Explosive,” he told me.

“You’ve got a screw loose! You’re my best friend’s husband!”

“Not for long.”

“Fuck off!” I yelled.

Then he yanked me forward by my wrists and kissed me. Dom had a lot of practice at kissing. He was, I noted with some detachment, a good kisser.

I noted this right before I bit his tongue.

He reared back. “Stop doing that!”

“Stop kissing me!” I yelled and began struggling in earnest.