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Fall To Pieces(45)



Slamming the front door, I stormed into the kitchen and threw my coat at the table. It slid onto the floor, and I didn’t bother to pick it up.

I was hopping mad.

Opening the refrigerator, I grabbed the milk and drank straight from the carton, totally backwashing in the process.

My mind was fixated on Kyle’s despicable father and the wad of money he’d held out for me, at Mike’s apartment.

“How much will it cost me, to make you to disappear?”

“How dare he?” I screamed, slamming the carton of milk on the counter, as I tore off my hat and gloves, casting them aside to join my coat on the floor.

I kicked off one of my converse, which narrowly missed Bruno, who darted out of the room quickly.

“Sorry Bruno,” I grunted, as I bent down to loosen the lace on my other shoe.

“Calm down, Cruella,” Derek joked from the kitchen doorway.

I swung my face around to glare at him.

“Don’t,” I warned. “For once in your life, do not make a joke.”

Derek held his hand up innocently. “Jeez, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?”

The front door slammed at that moment, and Kyle strode into the kitchen.

“I want a word with you,” he growled, marching towards me.

“You,” I screamed, as I pulled my shoe off and threw it at him.

Pregnancy must have made my aim more accurate, because my wet converse smacked Kyle straight on the head.

“What the hell, Lee?” Kyle accused, rubbing his head. “Are you gone fucking crazy?”

I had no idea why I was so angry with Kyle, but at that moment, he seemed like a culpable target in my momentary rage.

His sexist behavior when I asked for my job back, roared to the surface.

“Don’t call me crazy, you jackass. You’re the one with the crazy family,” I shot back, furious.

“And you’re the one who seems awfully fond of my crazy fucking family,” he retorted. “What the hell were you doing at Mike’s place today?”

Kyle stepped towards me and I grabbed the carton of milk and tossed it over his shirt.

Yep, I was feeling better already.

Reaching behind me for something to throw, my hands found the fruit bowl on the counter.

This will do, I thought as I launched apple, after apple at Kyle’s head.

I hit my target twice, before Kyle decided to duck, and an apple I had intended for him, went wildly off target, socking Derek directly in the balls.

Derek fell to his knees, his face red and contorted in pain.

“You two are both fucking crazy,” he muttered, holding himself. “Grade A lunatics,” he growled.

Climbing to his feet, he staggered out of the room, clutching his injured area.

Kyle and I both glared at each other for a moment, before bursting out laughing at the sight of Derek hobbling down the hall.

I quickly masked my features and resumed my glaring.

Sighing heavily, Kyle pulled his shirt over his head, and tossed it on the floor, before grabbing a towel.

“You wanna tell me what that was in aid of?” he asked, as he stood in front of me, wiping milk off his bare chest.

Oh god…

“I…I…What?” I asked, unable to keep my eyes from straying to his rock hard abs.

Kyle chuckled. “My face is up here, princess.”

I reddened, and reluctantly tore my gaze away from his eye candy, naked torso.

“Shut up, Kyle.”

Kyle tossed the towel on the floor, and stalked towards me.

I backed up until I felt the cold frame of the counter against my back.

“Make me,” he challenged, in a husky tone.

Bending slightly, he grabbed my thighs and hoisted me up. Sitting me on the kitchen countertop, he dragged my body towards him, and pressed himself, roughly, between my legs.

I could feel his erection, hard and pulsing, probing my wetness. And I was wet. I was so incredibly aroused.

My heart hammered in my chest as I stared into the lusty depth of Kyle’s blue eyes.

“You won’t marry me,” he growled. “And now you’re throwing fruit at my fucking head, and telling me to shut up? Why don’t you try and make me, baby?” he taunted, grinding his hips, erotically, against my aching core.

I ran my hands up his bare chest, feeling every dip, grove and muscle on his perfect, sexy body.

“You didn’t ask me nicely enough,” I retorted.

Grabbing his hair, I yanked it roughly, jerking his mouth down to mine.

Swiping my tongue across his mouth, I dragged his lip roughly between my teeth and tugged, hard.

Kyle growled, and I lost all grasp I had on my self-control.

Tearing off my shirt, Kyle quickly went to work on the clasp of my bra, undoing it with a proficiency that should have worried me. It didn’t.

His mouth found my rigid nipples and I was too aroused to feel anything, but the drowning pleasure of his tongue on my skin.