“To dance.”

Dean couldn’t dance.

All he kept doing was humping her ass as she tried to move to the music. It was very annoying, but it also didn’t take much to move with him so it gave her time to replay her interaction with Phillip.

Asshole.

Then again, she was a bitch but still, he took it insanely too far. Or maybe she did? A man’s dick was the Holy Grail to them, and she said the unthinkable. Why, she wasn’t sure. He made her mad. She didn’t understand why he thought bringing a girl to their table was smart. Was he trying to piss her off? She thought breaking it off with him would be good for both of them but as Dean humped her ass, all she could do was wonder why she thought it was a good idea. She was miserable, and she sure as hell didn’t want to see him with this chick.

What did that even mean?

She had no clue but out the corner of her eye, she saw Phillip. Turning her head, she watched as the girl moved along the same body she had been wanting for the last two weeks. Phillip’s eyes were dark, a grin sitting on his beautiful mouth, as she pressed herself against him, moving in perfect unison with the music. Yeah, she was pretty, gorgeous even, but that was beside the fact. It pissed Reese off that it wasn’t her in his arms.

His eyes cut to hers and she bent over, pushing her butt into Dean’s groin. He was hard. Ew… but that didn’t matter; she had to show Phillip what he was missing. Moving like she was on a pole, she rubbed and made love to Dean with Phillip watching. His eyes never left hers as the girl he was with moved with him. Slowly lowering herself to the ground, Reese shook her ass, biting into her lip as she ran her hands down her breast, hoping to entice Phillip.

Hoping to drive him insane.

His eyes were dark, really dark, not the blue she loved, and he was breathing heavily, but she didn’t know if that was because of her or the girl. She watched as his hands gripped the girl’s thighs, and he whispered something into her ear. She shot him a smirk before turning to take his hand in hers. Reese watched as she dragged him off the floor to the side door of the club. When the door shut, Reese exhales a breath as her shoulders fell.

He left with her.

Anger coursed through her veins as her eyes stayed glued to the door they went out. Dean was busy making love to her ass, while all she could do was fume about the fact that he left. With her! Had he been sleeping around since they parted? Why did she care? She broke it off with him; she lied and made it seem like he didn’t matter. She was the one at fault here. Why was she so mad? Why was she allowing this jealousy to eat at her like this?

There was no explanation but damn it, she was.

Breaking away from Dean, she headed for the door. For what, she didn’t know, but she needed to tell Phillip that he was an ass**le. Yes, that was what she needed to do. Stomping through the club, she reached the side door and pushed it opened, her blood boiling and her body ready for a fight, but she paused when she saw Phillip leaning against the wall, his phone in his hands.

Alone.

The girl wasn’t on her knees in front of him or even bent over with her ass in the air. She was nowhere to be seen.

Confused, Reese yelled, “What the hell?”

Phillip looked over at her and stood up, his face scrunching together. “What the hell, what?”

“Where is the girl?’

“Why does it matter?”

“Because it does! I saw y’all leave together!”

“And? Why are you following me?”

That made her pause, and the silence stretched between them. A sly grin crossed his face as he took a step towards her. “Why did you follow me, Reese? I have a horsefly dick remember, and also, I’m not good enough for you to give up all the other dicks in the world.”

“I followed you to tell you you’re an ass**le!” she yelled, her body shaking in awareness of how close he was getting.

“Yeah, I can be,” he said, his eyes glued to hers, like a lion watching his prey. His body was taut, his breathing heavy, and she was convinced that he was going to attack her at any moment.

And she knew she wouldn’t stop him.

“You called me a slut!” she yelled, poking him in the chest with her finger. He laced his fingers with hers, pushing her hand up against the wall as his eyes held hers.

“Because you said my dick is small and we both know it’s not, that it does keep you interested, and rocks your f**king world, but you’ll never admit that, will you? Instead, you push me away when I give you everything, and for what? Some random dude that won’t treat you the way I will.”

“I don’t care how they treat me as long as they f**k me good. You, on the other hand, want things I don’t want. I just want to have fun.”

“No, you want to control this. You want to f**k and dump, not try for something that could actually make you happy. I was getting too close, I was finding cracks in your walls, and because of that, you flipped and pushed me away.”

This guy was nuts. That was not the reason. She pushed him away because she didn’t want those things. She didn’t want to be in a relationship; she wanted to have fun. She was out there to tell him that but, instead, she was getting lost in his eyes. Her hand squeezed his as her other hand shook, wanting to touch him, but then she remembered that he was an ass**le and went to push him away. All it did was push her against the cold cement, then his body was trapping hers, and it felt so good. So f**king good.

“There are no cracks in my walls,” she whispered.