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embrace Georgia before his eyes landed on me. Confusion and then anger flared. His jaw hardened. “What’s he doing here?” he asked, without tearing his gaze from mine. I clenched my fists at my sides. So he wasn’t going to make this easy.
“He’s here to help.”
“I could have helped. We didn’t need him, Georgia.” Kyle tore his eyes from mine and back to her. He stretched his arms and scooped her against his body in a hug that was more than friendly and lasted way too fucking long in my opinion. I narrowed my eyes and waited for her to push him away. She recoiled as he slid his hands up her back and then his gaze caught mine again. The asshole was doing this for my benefit. I clenched my teeth, waiting for her to take action because if she didn’t, I was going to fucking annihilate this guy and not think twice about it.
Finally, Georgia pushed him away with a weak smile. He moved aside and we strode into the apartment. A white puffball of a cat sauntered up and curled itself around Georgia’s legs.
“Hey, sweetheart, I've missed you.” My beautiful girlfriend nuzzled into the cat’s fur while Kyle watched her and I watched him. Georgia showered attention on her pussy for a few minutes, which made me a sick fuck because I kind of liked the sound of that, before glancing around the apartment.
“I thought you had my stuff in boxes?” She tilted her head and looked at Kyle.
“A few things, I didn’t have time—”
“You said you were throwing out everything if I wasn’t here to get it this weekend.” Her gaze cut to him and I was sure she was shooting daggers. She was pissed and I was ready for her to lay into him. I also wondered if Kyle got turned on as much as I did when she was all angry and hot. And then I was pissed again and wanted to kidnap her and her pussy and leave everything else behind, mostly Kyle.
“I wouldn’t have. I just wanted to see you. We need to talk, which is why I’m kinda fucking pissed that you brought this guy. He your bodyguard? Come on, Georgia. We were together for years, and you just left. I wanted to talk and you never answered my calls. You owe me a conversation.”
“She owes you nothing,” I spat.
His eyebrow arched at me. “Not your concern, buddy. Just talk to me for a minute, in private.” He glanced from her to me.
“Not happening.” I stepped closer to her.
“Okay, stop with the pissing contest. I’ll talk to you for a minute, Kyle, but that’s it. I’m here to get my stuff and I’m leaving.”
“Sure, babe.” Kyle placed a hand at her back and guided her down a hallway, a sneer on his face as he glanced back at me. What was she thinking? I was here so she wouldn’t have to be alone with him. I was her fucking boyfriend and here she was ducking off into a room to have private time with her ex? Not fucking cool. My blood was boiling.
And then I remembered all the things she’d said to me about her past and Kyle’s place in it. Like it or not, he’d played a big part of who she was, so I needed to let her talk to him if she felt she needed to for the sake of closure and all that. Only my stomach was rolling at the thought of him convincing her to stay.
I looked around the apartment they'd shared and found it hollow. Perfect—like out of a magazine. So perfect, as if no one lived there. Her beach house was so much more her; it looked like whoever lived here was void of personality. I couldn’t even pick out what might be Georgia’s. I took a few steps farther into the living room and my eyes landed on the mantle with framed pictures: her and Kyle together, Drew and Silas in college, the four of them, a young couple with a baby in their arms. I squinted and held the last picture up; it looked like the baby could be Georgia, presumably with her parents. She was a sweet baby with the roundest cheeks I’d ever seen. Chubby legs and a shock of dark hair. Her mom’s bright smile mirrored her own. She
“He’s here to help.”
“I could have helped. We didn’t need him, Georgia.” Kyle tore his eyes from mine and back to her. He stretched his arms and scooped her against his body in a hug that was more than friendly and lasted way too fucking long in my opinion. I narrowed my eyes and waited for her to push him away. She recoiled as he slid his hands up her back and then his gaze caught mine again. The asshole was doing this for my benefit. I clenched my teeth, waiting for her to take action because if she didn’t, I was going to fucking annihilate this guy and not think twice about it.
Finally, Georgia pushed him away with a weak smile. He moved aside and we strode into the apartment. A white puffball of a cat sauntered up and curled itself around Georgia’s legs.
“Hey, sweetheart, I've missed you.” My beautiful girlfriend nuzzled into the cat’s fur while Kyle watched her and I watched him. Georgia showered attention on her pussy for a few minutes, which made me a sick fuck because I kind of liked the sound of that, before glancing around the apartment.
“I thought you had my stuff in boxes?” She tilted her head and looked at Kyle.
“A few things, I didn’t have time—”
“You said you were throwing out everything if I wasn’t here to get it this weekend.” Her gaze cut to him and I was sure she was shooting daggers. She was pissed and I was ready for her to lay into him. I also wondered if Kyle got turned on as much as I did when she was all angry and hot. And then I was pissed again and wanted to kidnap her and her pussy and leave everything else behind, mostly Kyle.
“I wouldn’t have. I just wanted to see you. We need to talk, which is why I’m kinda fucking pissed that you brought this guy. He your bodyguard? Come on, Georgia. We were together for years, and you just left. I wanted to talk and you never answered my calls. You owe me a conversation.”
“She owes you nothing,” I spat.
His eyebrow arched at me. “Not your concern, buddy. Just talk to me for a minute, in private.” He glanced from her to me.
“Not happening.” I stepped closer to her.
“Okay, stop with the pissing contest. I’ll talk to you for a minute, Kyle, but that’s it. I’m here to get my stuff and I’m leaving.”
“Sure, babe.” Kyle placed a hand at her back and guided her down a hallway, a sneer on his face as he glanced back at me. What was she thinking? I was here so she wouldn’t have to be alone with him. I was her fucking boyfriend and here she was ducking off into a room to have private time with her ex? Not fucking cool. My blood was boiling.
And then I remembered all the things she’d said to me about her past and Kyle’s place in it. Like it or not, he’d played a big part of who she was, so I needed to let her talk to him if she felt she needed to for the sake of closure and all that. Only my stomach was rolling at the thought of him convincing her to stay.
I looked around the apartment they'd shared and found it hollow. Perfect—like out of a magazine. So perfect, as if no one lived there. Her beach house was so much more her; it looked like whoever lived here was void of personality. I couldn’t even pick out what might be Georgia’s. I took a few steps farther into the living room and my eyes landed on the mantle with framed pictures: her and Kyle together, Drew and Silas in college, the four of them, a young couple with a baby in their arms. I squinted and held the last picture up; it looked like the baby could be Georgia, presumably with her parents. She was a sweet baby with the roundest cheeks I’d ever seen. Chubby legs and a shock of dark hair. Her mom’s bright smile mirrored her own. She
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