Page 33 of Breaking Free
“Jealous? Of a woman?” He shakes his head. “Nah. I don’t need to be jealous of someone who does nothing for you.”
“How do you know? I could fuck her if I wanted to.”
His lips pull up on one end and I hate how it highlights his dimple. “Sure,” he says with a shrug. “You’d just be thinking about me in order to keep your dick hard.”
I take a breath. “You’re not the only guy in the world.”
He shifts his stance. “Oh, and how many guys have you been with? Because based on your over excitement the first time I touched you, I’d say not many.”
My face burns with fury and I imagine what it would be like to punch him in the face. Before I can act on it, I notice Jay making his way over. Dominic must be aware too, because he quickly switches subjects.
“Nice place, man. Not many college kids live in actual houses.”
Jay jumps right in the conversation. “Rich kids do. His parents own the house and rent it to him for a good price.”
I still feel too mad to fake being nice. Dom just gives me a grin. “Rich boy, huh?”
“To be fair, a lot of people around here are well off,” Jay adds. “My family does pretty decent too, but I think I’m the only one out of our close-knit crew who didn’t actually grow up here.”
“I’m gonna take a piss,” I say before walking away.
I end up going to my room and trying to tamp down my frustration. I shouldn’t allow him to fuck up my whole mood, but God he’s infuriating.
I’m not sure how long I’m gone for, but when I get back to the living room, it’s cleared out some. Dex and Violet wave as they walk through the door, and I spot Jay, Zo, and Ronan in the living room, watching two other guys finish their game on the Playstation.
Dominic sits on my couch, his arms spread across the back, eyes on me.
“Hey, we’re heading out,” Renzo says. “Got an Uber coming.”
“Oh, all right.”
“You good?” he asks quietly.
“Yeah.”
“Maybe there’s some hate-fucking that needs to happen,” he whispers. “I caught a glimpse of some tension earlier. Jesus.”
I shake my head. “He’s annoying.”
He smiles. “Okay, well, have fun.”
Him and Ronan say bye to everyone, then Jay walks over to me. “Hey, I’m meeting someone in like twenty minutes,” he says, looking at his watch. “Need me to come back tomorrow to help clean up?”
I wave him off. “It’s okay. It’s not too bad.”
He points at Dominic. “You need a ride? I’m heading back toward campus. Where do you stay?”
Dom stands up. “Nah, I’m good. I didn’t drink, and I got my car,” he says, pulling his keys out.
“Cool. See y’all later,” Jay says.
The guys on the Playstation—Shea and Deshawn, finish their game and say their goodbyes, letting me know they’re walking down to the twenty-four hour diner a couple blocks away.
And now it’s me and Dominic. He swings his keys around his finger, watching me. I’m still annoyed with him, but I also don’t want him to leave.
“You said you wanted me here and then did your best to pretend I wasn’t,” he says. “You start flirting with girls you have no interest in, because that’s your M.O., right? Do the exact opposite of what you want to do.”
“You don’t fucking know me, Dominic. I tell you what I did one time, and now it’s my M.O.? Fuck off. You don’t know what it’s like to be in my shoes.”