âTake her home,â Jake barked at Jefferson as he got out of the car. Brianne tried to follow, but he pushed her back in by the face cruelly.
He had screwed her mercilessly until he came, and then he had bluntly told her that she wouldnât be coming home with him. Jake was beyond pissed at himself right about now, and he needed to get the fuck away from her and out of these clothes.
He felt dirty and angry and wanted to beat the shit out of any motherfucker who looked at him the wrong way. Sex hadnât done what he wantedâit had given him instant relief for the half-hour car journey.
He had kept her facing away and let out months of tension and frustration until she screamed. But then he had felt empty and fucked-up and just hated himself more than he did already.
Emma wasnât out of his head; instead, he had made this a whole lot worse by fucking someone who could so easily be her in his memories and just added to his constant goddamn torture. ~He was a complete idiot for choosing Brianne.~ ~He should have gone for tall, brunette, and skinny as hell.~
Brianne tried to grab his wrist as he maneuvered away, and he glared at her coolly. âIt was a fuck, Brianne. Let it go.â
He yanked his hand free and all but slammed the door in her face. Jefferson looked at him with a stern expression, but he ignored him. He was still drunk enough to fly off the handle, and the last person in the world he wanted to hit was him.
Jefferson said nothing but went back to his door and got in. Jake stalked across the car park and toward the elevator in a rage. He was home, back at his apartment, yet he didnât want to be here anymore.
He had royally just fucked himself up more in the head. Pressing his penthouse floor code into the keypad, he leaned back against the elevator with a sigh. He wouldnât stay in New York.
He would stay with Arrick in LA for a few days and get his head straight. His brother was only young, but he had a wisdom that sometimes made more sense than Hunterâs.
He knew women just as well as Jake did; maybe time with his brother and no women was what he needed to do. Sex had cured nothing. It made him realize that he would never want to have sex with another woman until he no longer loved Emma.
She was it for him; no one would ever compare, and until he stopped looking at her that way, he would forget about sex. Brianne was a mistake, and he had never felt this much regret and guilt in his life.
It was eating at him mercilessly, and all he wanted to do was pass out and forget all about itâforget the last half an hour and forget the one woman who relentlessly tortured his mind to near insanity.
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