How to Fall in Love (45 page)

He shifts and his cock presses right into places I really didn’t want it.

“This is awkward, Reign.”

“Just shut up for a second,” he orders. “She’ll disappear soon.”

“What did she do that was so psycho?”

He’s silent for a minute, then he speaks in a low, hushed whisper. “Firstly, she just about rubbed my fuckin’ cock off trying to pat it dry.”

I smother a laugh. “That’s bad because?”

“Then she went all
Wedding Crashers
crazy on me.”

I snort a laugh. I love that movie. The character Gloria is a complete nut job, and I have an image of the redhead right away, which only makes me giggle.

“As in
Gloria
crazy?” I grin.

“Yeah, as in shoving her hand down my pants and giving me a fuckin’ hand job in the middle of my club, crazy. She even did the laugh.”

Oh no, not the laugh.

“The Gloria laugh?”

He groans. “Yeah.”

I do the laugh and he flicks my chin with his fingers. “Stop it.”

“It’s funny,” I tease. “Come on, admit it.”

“She was a fucking mental woman,” he growls.

“At least she was easy.”

“Reign?”

I stifle a laugh at the sound of the female voice coming down the hall.

“The urge to call out is huge,” I admit, with a grin.

“Don’t even fuckin’ think about it,” he warns.

“Reign?” she calls again.

I open my mouth and obviously Reign can read my mind, because his hand comes around the back of my head and he presses over it before I can say anything. I try to protest, but the sound comes out muffled.

“Reign?”

Jesus, she doesn’t give up.

We wait like that for at least ten minutes, Reign with his hand on my mouth, Gloria calling for him. Finally the halls are quiet and Reign lets me go. “Thank fuck, let’s go home. We’ll go out the back.”

He reaches out for the handle and rattles it a few times. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he barks.

“What?”

“It’s one of those automatic locking ones.”

“Are you fucking serious?” I cry.

He doesn’t answer, just rattles it again.

“Your club design sucks,” I hiss. “What is wrong with you?”

“Me?” he snaps. “I didn’t build the fuckin’ thing.”

I shove the door a few times, yelling out. Nothing. I twist and end up squashed between Reign and the door. I can feel his cock again and suddenly this closed in space is getting a little warm. It gets warmer when he moves his hips and the friction of his pants and the thickness of his cock slide against my pussy.

“Do not do that again!”

“Why?” he murmurs.

“Reign Braxton! So help me god, I’ll take you down.”

He shifts his hips again, and I can feel his cock hardening.

“Why are you hard?” I screech, pushing my hands up between us and pressing them against his chest. He doesn’t move.

“I have a nice, warm, pretty attractive body up against mine,” he says simply. “And I’m horny.”

“You’re disgusting, do not even think about getting lucky in this closet with me.”

“Don’t need to get lucky, baby,” he says, his voice almost evil. “But I can get revenge.”

“Oh don’t you even-”

He moves again, sending little bolts of excitement right to my core. I’m wet, I won’t deny it, Reign is hot and it’s been a long
...long
time.

“Reign,” I demand, but my voice betrays me and comes out breathy.

“Hmmmm?”

“Stop it.”

“Soon.”

He moves his hips again, this time his hand slides around me, pressing against my back to crush me further into him.

“This is unprofessional,” I cry, in my poor attempt to protest. “And it’s like...sexual assault.”

He chuckles. “It’s only sexual assault if you don’t like it.”

“You’re a jackass!”

He jerks his hips again, his hard, thick cock rubbing right where it needs to. I bite my lip. I won’t moan.
I won’t.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but it won’t work. I don’t even like you.”

“Then it won’t matter if I keep doing it,” he says and I can hear the devilish grin behind his words.

“You’ll pay for this.”

“It won’t matter, it will give me great satisfaction. Don’t pretend you don’t like it, your pussy is all hot and bothered against me.”

“How the hell would you know that?” I argue, pressing my hand against the door beside me.

“I can feel it around my dick, even through my pants.”

Oh boy.

“Nice little cunt, Tia.”

“You’re a pig.”

“Mmmmm,” he murmurs. “Revenge is so damned sweet.”

He moves his cock again, using his hand to keep me from taking a step back. Not that there’s anywhere to go. I close my eyes, if I will it away, maybe it won’t feel so damned good. Because it does, it feels good.
So fucking good
. He keeps rocking his hips and in the small, confined space I can hear his breathing becoming ragged. I can feel the puffs of warm air against my cheek.

Shit. My nipples just got hard.

Code red. Code red.

“Help!” I try to yell out, but it comes out as a pathetic squeak.

“Good try, babe. That effort was incredible.”

I close my eyes and grumble, because if I speak, he’ll hear the lust in my voice. God, I want him to stop, but at the same time I don’t. I really...
really
don’t. He feels super good, I mean like...
damn
. He uses his hips to make sure his cock is riding me, rubbing my clit through my dress. I close my eyes; biting my lip so hard I taste blood.

“It will give me great satisfaction to hear you come, little Tia.”

I want to spit a curse at him, but I too am now breathing ragged, my body wound up and desperate for release.

“How much more do I need to rub your pussy for that to happen?”

“Fuck you,” I hiss.

“You’re not that lucky.”

Asshole.

His fingers pinch into my ass as he uses it for his own benefit, grinding my body against his, creating even more friction. Sweat trickles down my forehead as my pussy gets tighter and tighter, the throbbing is out of this world. I close my eyes, deciding he’s not going to stop so I might as well take it. I let my head fall back as he thrusts against me.

Oh god, yes.
So close.

“Not even a moan for my benefit?” he rasps, unable to hide his own arousal with sarcasm.

I clench my jaw, holding my breath, trying to do anything but come. It’s impossible though, with one last thrust of his wicked cock, I come against him. My breath comes out in a whoosh and with it a long, ragged moan. Reign grunts, I don’t know if it’s in amusement or perhaps even pleasure? When my body stops shaking and my senses come back, I realize that I just came...without him even really touching me.

Oh man.

“That was hot,” he dares to say after a few minutes.

“If you ever...even so much as speak about that...I’ll nut you.”

He chuckles against me. “Speak about what? That you were so fuckin’ horny I just rubbed my cock against you and you were coming in mere minutes.”

I say nothing, because I can feel a flush rising to my cheeks. Shit. He got me good, the bastard.

“We’re even now, then.”

He wraps an arm around me. “Maybe.”

Before I can answer, the closet door swings open and a janitor stares at us in confusion. Then he recognizes Reign and straightens. “Sir, I didn’t realize you were using the closet. Forgive me.”

I snort and step out, knowing I probably look like Reign just fucked me.

“We got stuck. Thank you, Pete.” Reign says, nodding to the man.

I rush off down the hall, not daring to look at him.

“Can’t even look at me?” he says from behind me.

“You owe me dinner now, Reign Braxton.”

“That I can do.”

I can’t wipe the smile from my face.

That’s one for Reign.

CHAPTER FOUR

Ohh, the smell of Italian food and red wine. It’s so good. My stomach grumbles as Reign and I take a seat outside, under a gorgeous big umbrella that has been professionally placed to give the restaurant edge. Reign has a newspaper tucked under his arm and a waiter follows closely behind him with our wine.

We sit down and I smile at the waiter politely as he pours the wine. Reign nods at him and when he’s gone, I dare to look over the table to the man I want to beat. With a blunt instrument. He gives me a cocky smile and I shoot him a glare. With a chuckle, he shoves the newspaper towards me.

“I don’t want that.”

He nods to it, “Look on the second page.”

Curious, I take it off him and flip it open to the second page. I see a picture of him with...twenty or so women. A huge smile breaks out across my face as I realize this must have been taken the night I sent all those women after him. Then I read the article and it clicks.

“You sneaky son-of-a-bitch,” I breathe. “It finally makes sense.”

“What does?” he asks, taking a sip of his wine.

I look up at him. “I never realized it before, but there’s always a picture of you and a woman in the paper, which makes sense. It’s not coincidental, is it? There’s only one way a reporter could have gotten that photo of you, and that’s if you gave it to them.”

His eyes narrow.

“Oh, you’re good,” I laugh, sitting back. “You know, I wondered why you had no problem screwing around when you’re trying to get your ex back. It made no sense, I couldn’t figure out why you would do that when you claimed to love her. Now I get it. She sees this, doesn’t she?”

He shrugs, but his expression tells me I’m right on.

“It’s clever, Reign. I’ll give you that. The old ‘make her jealous’ tactic. Tell me, though, why don’t you just go and get her back?”

He meets my stare. “She fucked me over, I guess a mean part of me wants to make it hurt. I wasn’t just going to run back into her arms...that would have been wrong for both of us. She made a mistake, of that I don’t doubt, but she also needs to see how it feels.”

“You could just pretend to be with other women,” I point out.

He raises his brows. “I’m a man, did we not make that clear.”

“We did,” I deadpan. “Okay, so tell me your tactic on this.”

“It’s simple. She sees those pictures and it hurts her, nothing makes a woman realize what she’s missing like seeing the man she fucked over with another girl. She made a mistake, a big one, and it’s not an easy mistake to come back from. But in saying that, she regrets it. I know she does.”

“How?” I ask.

He shrugs, drinking more wine. “I just know. She was devastated when I left, she’s called me non-stop since.”

“So instead of taking her back, you’re making her pay?”

“Am I wrong for doing so?” he asks.

I take a sip of my wine and ponder that, before saying, “No.”

“She’s been away on business for about six months now, she’s coming back into town next week. I’m hoping we’ve both gotten over our shit and can talk.”

“Are you really okay with her cheating on you?”

“She fucked up, Tia,” he says simply. “We all make mistakes. I’m as much to blame.”

I groan. “Reign, don’t do that. Don’t use the ‘it was my fault’ thing. It’s not right.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No, it’s not!”

He shakes his head. “I disagree. You’re telling me that if a man is an asshole, and treats his woman less than perfect, that it’s not partly his fault that she would find comfort in another man?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Cheating is cheating, it’s never okay.”

“I fucked up,” he says, shifting in his seat so he can lean closer to me. “I’m partly to blame for her actions. I treated her badly.”

I shake my head, pursing my lips. “I still disagree, but it’s your relationship. Not mine.”

“You think she’s capable of doing it again?”

I sigh. “Not necessarily, but you shouldn’t be taking all the blame either.”

“I’m not. I’m just not blaming her entirely for it.”

“You’re methods with all this are fucked up, you know that right?”

He shrugs. “I won’t lie and say we were both to the point we needed the break. We needed to get ourselves together. Shit was bad for a while because we forgot who we were. I needed mindless sex and no emotion, and she needed to feel some of the guilt for what she did. But in the end, I miss her, I love her and I want her back.”

“Is it really so easy for you to have sex with random women? Even though you claim to love her.”

“Can we not talk about this? I have a reason for doing what I’m doing. Can we leave it at that?”

I pout. “Fine.”

Our meals are served and we’re both quiet as we eat.

I’m pondering Reign’s words.

There is a method to his madness; I’ll give him that.

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CHAPTER FIVE

Three days later

J
uggling two muffins, two coffees and my purse, I shove my key into Reign’s door. He gave me a copy, because there are times I need to come in when he’s out to do work from his home office. I push the front door open and step into his large, very manly apartment. It’s all sleek black and white, with polished floors and expensive furniture. It has three bedrooms, two bathrooms—one with the biggest tub I’ve ever been in—and one hell of an entertainment room.

I drop everything onto the kitchen counter and turn, looking around for Reign. He wants me to spend the day with him at some ridiculous golf event, so I was instructed to come first thing so he could give me a rundown. This is the first time I’ll see the infamous
Selena.
The reason I’m in this job.

“Reign?” I call.

I make my way down the hall and see his door is cracked open just slightly. Asshole probably isn’t even awake. He made me come over early and he’s in bed. I don’t think so. I shove the door open, and the first thing I see is the long, slender back of a female. Her hair is draped over her shoulder and she’s bouncing up and down on Reign’s cock.

Rolling my eyes, I walk over to the window and shove it open. I finally found Reign a good one last night, it seems she was a really good one, too. He rarely lets women stay longer than a few hours. She squeals when she hears me and he lifts her and throws her off.