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“Why would you wear such a short skirt? A guy can only think of lifting it up and feeling how moist you are for him…or how that skirt will look riding up your stomach while he fucks you raw. So tell me, what do you suggest I do?”
    Was he asking permission to do such things to me? I couldn’t be sure. Nothing was making any sense. The only thing that did was how my body was reacting to him. He hadn’t touched me, yet my thong was drenched from the mere sound of his voice and the way he was uttering and delivering his words that oozed sex everywhere.
    His labored breathing made me desperate, but I wasn’t quite sure for what exactly.
    “Is that what you saw earlier … before you interrupted us?”
    He was a mystery I wanted to solve. It was as though he was fighting the same urges I was battling with myself. As much as I liked to believe I would have the capacity to decline his advances, I knew, with a little persuasion, I would eventually give in. He could take me however he desired, even if I knew the consequences would be too great to overcome.
    “Let me just say that I wouldn’t be able to watch as you have done with me.”
    Oh, my fuck. He knew! Oh, God.
    “Anyone would have since you didn’t have the decency to keep things private.” My mind immediately recollected those indecent images, tormenting me as they evoked a wide range of emotions.
    Things had shifted from sexual tension to something more unpredictably precarious.
    His relaxed stance had changed into one that reminded me of a crouching animal hovering over its prey before it made it its meal.
    “Was that how you kept things private, Chloe, by letting him suck on your neck right next to a door where Jackson and I could easily see you?”
    But Jackson isn’t here , I badly wanted to argue. However, I knew better than to push this delicate situation into something I would lose control over.
    “I honestly don’t care what you think of me anymore. I’m not the girl you used to know.”
    “You’re right. The Chloe I knew had standards and class. She knew better than to cheapen herself with the likes of Spencer Goldberg.”
    That fucking did it!
    “The only time I cheapened myself was with you, Drew Cavendish. Don’t think so highly of yourself.” His pedestal needed some knocking down.
    He clenched and unclenched his jaw while sending me a cutting look that tore me apart. “Then it’s a blessing there was no repetition after that night. We found better pastures,” he grunted out. “It’s good of you to clarify your low opinion of me. It proved I made the right decision by leaving you that night.” His fathomless eyes darted into mine before he gave me that look that told me he was done, as if he had fully dismissed me in his mind. Then he spun on his heels and slammed the door as he left.
    If his intentions were to hurt me where it pained the most, well, he had just hit a bull’s-eye.

Chapter Five
     
    I hadn’t felt this bereft in quite a while, but I had intentionally provoked the situation, terrified Drew would do something to jeopardize what I had accomplished with my self-preservation. Had he done so, I wouldn’t have enough wherewithal to stop him, so I did what most people would have done in a precarious position.
    When Jackson invited me to party with him again the next night, I declined, not feeling sociable. And if I really delved deep down, Spencer would be the last person I wanted to see after that bizarre evening.
    Guilt aside, I kept to myself the next day. It wasn’t much of a blessing when Drew chose not to come back that night or the night after. To top it off, it was becoming apparent that Drew and Jackson weren’t spending as much time together as they had before. In fact, they rarely saw each other. I wondered, if they didn’t live in the same place, would they even go out of their way to see each other? They had been so close. What had happened since then?
    It had been a few days since my arrival, and the