One Night Stand(44)

“What signals are you talking about?”

“The ‘I’m looking to get fucked’ signal.” He muttered as he took a step towards me and pushed me back against the wall.

“Who says I don’t want to give off that signal?” I said with a gasp as he grabbed my hands and pressed them back against the wall, next to my head.

“Is that what you want?” He leaned in and kissed my neck softly.

“Xander.” I gulped as he kissed down my neck to my collarbone and the top of my breasts. “Stop it, anyone could come out of the room and see us.”

“What do you care?”

“Xander, don’t.” I moaned as his hand ran down the side of my body and stopped on my thighs.

“Don’t what?” He pushed his hardness into my stomach and moved back and forth. “Don’t show you what you’re doing to me in that sexy almost nonexistent outfit.”

“Was there anything else you needed to say to me?” I turned my head away from him as he leaned forward to kiss my lips.

“Why are you trying to bewitch me?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing.” He sighed and stepped back. “Why did you have to be Gabby’s sister?”

“Why did you have to be her fiancé?”

“You don’t understand.” He frowned. “This isn’t just for me. This is to help protect someone that I love.”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“It doesn’t matter.” He shrugged. “It is what it is.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” He nodded and I saw his eyes fall to my breasts.

“Are you marrying her so you can gain your inheritance?” I said softly. “Does that have anything to do with it?”

“Why do you care?” He asked me angrily and that made me even madder. I couldn’t believe he had the gall to ask me why I cared when he was still trying to get into my pants. Didn’t he realize how fucked up this situation was? What sort of girl did he think I was, if he thought this was okay? What part of this situation was okay in any way?

“I don’t care, Xander.” I huffed out. “Just leave me the fuck alone, okay. You’re the one that keeps coming after me. I’m not the one coming after you. I’m done with your bullshit okay? It’s not cool for you to keep trying to get into my pants and then question me when I try to figure out what’s going on with you and Gabby.”

“You didn’t care who I was or what I was doing last weekend.”

“That was last weekend.” I folded my arms. “This is this weekend. And this weekend, I’m not interested in you and your crap.”

“Me and my crap?” His lips twitched as if he wanted to laugh and that infuriated me even more. How dare he think that this was a funny situation! How dare he look so superior and smug while I was fuming on the inside. My fingers itched to slap him. He wouldn’t be looking so cocky if he had my palm print across his cheek.

“Leave me alone, Xander. I am done with you.” I poked him in the chest. “I’m going out in my slutty dress and I’m going to do what I want. Maybe I’ll meet an even better man and then I can hook up with him and forget I ever met you.”

“I wouldn’t recommend that.” His lips thinned and he grabbed my wrists. “That’s not the answer to any of this.”

“Well that’s not your problem, is it?” I smiled at him widely. “I can do what I want.”

“Liv.” He said my name slowly and his gaze was intense as he stared at me.

“Yes, Xander?” I said lightly. I’m not going to lie. I was getting off on our conversation. I was getting off on the fact that I could rile him up by talking about other men. I was loving the fact that he was acting jealous. The only problem was, he wasn’t giving me what I really wanted. He wasn’t breaking up with Gabby and telling me he had fucked up. He wasn’t pulling me towards him and telling me he wanted me and only me. He wasn’t telling me that Gabby and his family fortune meant nothing to him. All he was doing was showing me he was horny for me. And well, I already knew that. I wanted more than that from him. I wanted him to look at me with more than lust. I wanted to look into his eyes and see something akin to love. I know that was an unrealistic expectation. He barely knew me and I barely knew him, but that’s what I wanted. That’s what I hoped to see. I wanted to see a real emotion. A real, pure and heart stopping emotion that had nothing to do with lust.

“Have a good evening.” He said finally and turned away. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He said and then walked back into the living room. I stood there feeling gutted and rejected. I could still feel his lips on my neck. I still felt branded by his touch and I hated myself for it.