Page 7 of Endless Obsession
“Maybe you are. I’m going to go get my fucking tattoo finished. And then—who knows?” I shrug, grinning. “Maybe a stiff drink and some pussy.”
Lev is still glowering at me as I walk away. He hates everything about me; I know that. My attitude. My lack of giving a shit what he, and the rest of my family, think about me and where I came from. My popularity with women. The fact that I manage to not need our father, and to hell with whatever consequences that brings.
But I don’t give a shit how he feels about it. I’m not going to change my life for anyone. And eventually, I’ll find a new one.
One where I get to be only the man I want to be, and no one else.
3
CHARLOTTE
With every text that I read, I feel worse.
I press my back to the bathroom door, fighting a wave of nausea as I read them. I can’t excuse any of it. I can’t find a reason why these would be on Nate’s phone, except the most obvious one.
The one that I never thought I had to worry about.
Valerie: Are you going to call me tonight? I’m home all alone.
Valerie: Shit, I forgot you said you had a work thing. Maybe I’ll send you pictures instead.
Valerie: I got a new toy. A big, thick cock bigger than yours. You like that, don’t you? Seeing me take something so much bigger? Makes you feel like you gotta come over here and prove to me that you can still make me come with yours.
Valerie: I’ll show you everything I do with it so you can punish me when you come over Sunday. Tie me up and make me beg for yours. I’m being a bad girl, aren’t I? Begging for a bigger cock. You’re going to stuff my mouth with yours so I can’t beg anymore, aren’t you?
Valerie: Look at me taking it.
I clap a hand over my mouth as I reach the fifth message, the one that made me pick up the fucking phone in the first place. It’s a picture of this ‘Valerie’ on a bed with a floral pink bedspread, on her hands and knees. Her legs are spread wide, and she’s shoving an absolutely massive dildo between them, stretching her to the max.
It’s much, much bigger than Nate’s; I can say that for certain.
The fact that that’s my first thought makes me want to break into hysterical laughter. The only reason that I don’t is because I feel sure that if I do, I’ll also start crying. Or maybe screaming.
I can’t believe this is happening to me. I really, really can’t believe it.
It’s not even just the fact that he’s cheating on me. It’s the fact that it’s this. That he apparently wants things he’s never asked me for. That I would have been willing to try—hell, maybe wanted to try, if he’d ever given me a chance.
Instead, he just went straight for someone else.
I hear footsteps, and the sound of the bedroom door opening. Completely forgetting that I’m still naked, I yank the bathroom door open, pure, white-hot rage replacing every other emotion I might possibly have as I fling myself out of the bathroom and directly toward Nate.
He freezes, a look of utter shock on his face as he stares at me. I can’t even imagine what I look like—buck naked with my hair piled up on my head, probably white-faced and wide-eyed, but he looks honestly terrified of me at this moment.
All I can think is, good. I fucking hope he is.
I’ve never felt violent towards anyone, not even the prior owner of the condo above us, who liked to play piano from ten to midnight every night, but right now?
I honestly think I could commit murder.
“Char, what the hell—” His gaze flicks sideways, seeing the phone in my hand, and it’s his turn to pale. “I can explain?—”
“No.” I throw the phone at him, hard. It hits his chest, and he winces, staggering back a step as it drops to the floor. “I don’t think you fucking can.”
“Shit!” He presses a hand to his chest, looking down at the phone and back at me. “What the hell?” he repeats. “That hurt?—”
“You’re pathetic,” I spit out. “‘That hurt?’ That’s the first thing you’re going to say to me?”
“Charlotte, sit down. Better yet, put some clothes on, and we’ll talk. But we’re going to be late for?—”