Page 32 of Savage for You

“I like her, Addy. She isn’t like anyone I have ever met before. She makes me want to be a better person. She makes me want things I didn’t think I wanted. She calls me and everyone else out on their shit and isn’t afraid, because she does it out of love. She isn’t mean nor malicious. She is seriously funny, smart, and has a passion for books.”

Addison is sitting there, quietly—she is just frozen.

“I can’t believe this.” She says it so quietly that I almost miss it.

“What?”

“I can’t believe that you would choose her over me. I’ve been here for you. I thought I made my intentions clear. You and I make sense. I just don’t understand why not me?” She exclaims while pacing the floor.

I look at her, and I can honestly say I didn’t see this coming. I guess I was blinded by her, but was everything about our friendship fake? I thought she really wanted to be my friend and nothing more. I don't think I ever gave her the vibe that I wanted more than friends.

“We’re friends, Addy. I don’t see you as more than that. I’m sorry if I came across as wanting more than friendship with you. You’re very nice, but I don't want to be with you like that.”

Before I know what’s happening, she’s straddling my legs and kissing me. I shoot up from the couch fast, dropping her on the floor in the process. I don’t even care at this point. I’m so pissed off. I feel like a fool.

What the fuck?

“What the fuck, Addison?” I ask. “Are you insane?”

“I thought if I kissed you, if you tasted my lips on yours…you’d see that you would be so much better with me.” She scrambles to get up.

“What part of I want Montana did you not understand?” Now, I’m even more pissed off. What is this chick not understanding?

She scoffs. “What the fuck do you see in her? She’s short and fat, she doesn’t fit in your circle. You could do so much better than her. She's been here for what, five minutes? She hasn’t been there for you like I have. She thinks she can transfer here and take what’s mine?”

“What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Just. Say?” I grit out through my teeth as I clench my fists.

“She doesn’t deserve you!” she yells, her voice getting louder. “How can that thing waltz in here and think she can get the one person I’ve always wanted. She has another thing coming if she thinks I’ll go down without a fight.” Her fists are balled up at her sides.

She’s fuming but so am I.

“You are such a shallow bitch. She has more heart in her pinky finger than you could even dream of having. You think just because you’re skinny that you have a better chance with me? You thought playing the best friend card would get me to fall for you?” I shout. If she wants a yelling fight, she’s going to get it. “I love her curves, I fucking love that she has hips and an ass. She is not fat. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She’s the one I want. Not you. Get that through your damn head and leave me alone.”

I’m breathing hard now because of how pissed off I am. Who does she think she is? I didn’t come here so she could insult my girl.

“Stay the fuck away from me, and you better stay the fuck away from Montana. If I hear that you even look at her sideways, you will regret it.”

With that, I leave, slamming the door on my way out, and don’t look back. I feel Addison’s eyes burning a hole in my back as I climb into my car and drive to my girl.

I need to tell Montana; she needs to know the truth.

Running up the stairs to her apartment, I knock on the door frantically. She opens the door and looks up at me with those mesmerizing hazel eyes. Her face is shocked but hinted with excitement to see me.

“What are you doing here?” she asks as she opens the door further.

“This.” I close the distance between us because I need her. I need to hold her like I need my next breath for what I’m about to tell her. I kiss the shit out of her, the kiss starts soft, but once I taste her lips on mine, I become feral.

Caressing her face, I run my hand around the back of her neck and into her hair. She moans into my mouth and that gives me the access I need to suck on her tongue. I pull her closer to me. I need to hold her, so I grab her hips and lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist.

She gasps when she feels how fucking hard, I am for her. I kick the door shut with my foot and turn her around so she's up against the wall.

“I’m so sorry,” I say as I put my forehead on hers holding her face in my hands.

I need to hold onto her. I need her to listen to me. I’m afraid that if I put her down, she’ll never look me in the eyes again.

All I hear next is her breath catch with a little gasp, and then, “Not again.”

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