The Ex Games 3 Read Free

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    “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I glared at him. “Why don’t you just bend me over the dumpster again and leave?”
    “I made a mistake,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
    “Well , you did.”
    “Are you ever going to forgive me for that?”
    “I already forgave you,” I said softly, and his eyes looked at me in hope. I felt weird as he stared at me. It almost felt like he still cared, but he’d fooled me once before. “I forgave you for that, but I don’t forgive you for fucking me while you have a fiancée.”
    “Did you enjoy his kiss?”
    “What?” I stared at him, confused. “What are you talking about? I’m talking about you having sex with me while you have a fiancée.”
    “Did you enjoy it when the guy in the bar kissed you?” His body looked stiff and his expression was frozen.
    “Why are you asking me this?”
    “No reason.” He shook his head and sighed. “I should go.”
    “Don’t let me stop you.”
    “Let me see you upstairs to your apartment first.”
    “No.”
    “Katie.”
    “Fine.” I sighed, not wanting to be away from him just yet anyway. I opened the front door and we walked up the stairs slowly until we got to the third floor. “Okay, see ya.” I stopped outside a door and he laughed.
    “I know you live on the fifth floor, Katie. I also know there is an elevator in this building.”
    “How’d you know that?” I asked grumpily.
    “I own the building.”
    “Oh.” I frowned and my mind started churning again. “Since when?”
    “Does it matter?”
    “I guess not.” I shrugged. “Fine, come on.” I started up the steps again and then stopped, feeling out of breath and tired.
    “I take it you don’t walk up the stairs much?” He grinned.
    “I’m just tired,” I said, panting.
    “You need to work out more.” He laughed at me as I bent over , trying to catch my breath.
    “Are you calling me fat?” I asked him indignantly.
    “No.” He grabbed me and picked me up.
    “What are you doing?” I struggled against him.
    “I’m carrying you up, of course.” He walked up the stairs easily with me in his arms. When we got to the fifth floor, he walked directly to my apartment and then put me down. “Open the door,” he ordered me.
    “Yes, sir,” I muttered back to him.
    “I like it when you call me sir.” He grinned.
    “Don’t get used to it ,” I shot back.
    “Trust me, I know.” He followed me into the apartment. “You like to be on top too much to be a submissive.”
    “Shut up!” I gasped and hit him in the arm. “You can leave now.”
    “I don’t want to leave.” He shook his head.
    “Shh.” I made a big deal of telling him to be quiet. “Meg is probably sleeping. I don’t want to wake her.”
    “Then let’s go to your room.”
    “Sorry, but I have someone coming over.” I stared at him. “He won’t appreciate you being here with me.”
    “Who’s coming over ? Matt?”
    “No, the guy in the bar. He was a bartender. He’s coming here after work. So I need to go shower and get ready for him now.”
    “Are you trying to bait me, Katie?” His voice was low as he took a step toward me.
    “No.” I shook my head and took a step back.
    “What’s his name?”
    “Whose name?” I blinked at him, trying to think fast.
    “The bartender.”
    “I didn’t ask him his name.” I swallowed hard. “We kissed and then fucked and then I left to get the apartment ready.”
    “You didn’t fuck him.” Brandon shook his head, looking furious.
    “Maybe not, but I thought about it.” I stared at him straight on. “As he kissed me, I thought about fucking him hard. I almost came just thinking about it.”
    “I’ll make you pay for that.” His voice was low as he grabbed my arms and pulled me toward him.
    “What are you doing?” My breathing was hard and my body was trembling in sweet anticipation.
    “I’m going to make you wish you had never met that bartender.”
    “He tasted like cotton