The Ex

Jayce

“Well, look who it is,” I muttered, my gaze landing on my ex.

Brooklyn hadn’t changed much since she walked out on me, except for her hair.

She used to dye it a fiery red, but now it was back to its natural dirty blonde, falling in waves over her shoulders.

I used to be captivated by it, but now it just reminded me of dried blood.

Her gray eyes, framed by fake lashes, met mine. I always liked her natural lashes better. I never got why she felt the need for the fake ones.

But then again, my tastes have changed.

“Why do you say that?” She arched an eyebrow, watching me lean against the door frame.

“My sister was just here,” I said flatly. “We were talking about you.”

“I see.”

Her presence was like a cold shower, sobering me up. I straightened up. “What do you want, Brooklyn?” I asked, my voice laced with irritation.

“Well,” she began, letting out a sigh, “I’m getting married.”

She didn’t say anything else. I looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

Let me set the record straight: I may be known as a ladies’ man, but I wasn’t the one who ended things between us.

We were together for five years before I proposed. She said yes, and we got married within a month.

And then, three weeks later, I found Brooklyn in bed with one of my best friends. In our bed.

I divorced her, and she ran off with him. They’ve been together ever since. And I was left alone, charming women left and right.

Yes, I admit it; after that one heartbreak, I became a man who didn’t want to commit. I have a much better explanation than this, but now is not the time for it.

The point is, my ex-wife had just shown up at my doorstep!

“So that’s it? You’re marrying that traitorous jerk? Are you here to rub it in my face? Tell me my ex-best friend is a better lay than me? Oh wait,” I paused for effect. “You already did that.”

Brooklyn shot me a glare. “I’m here because I’m having second thoughts about marrying him.” Her gaze softened. “I think I still love you, Jayce.”

I snorted. “And pigs can fly.”

“I’m serious. I’ve had a lot of time to think, and I forgot all the amazing times we had together.”

“Before you cheated on me,” I reminded her.

She rolled her eyes. “The point is, Brandon hasn’t been giving me the love or attention I deserve lately. He’s always working, and I’m left to shop. And sometimes his brother asks me to watch those demonic children of his. I’ve become a 1950s housewife!”

“That’s not my problem, Brook,” I replied. “And I don’t want to be involved in your relationship. Whatever issues you’re having with your man and his brother, you need to bring it up with them, and leave me out of it.”

“That’s what you do best, isn’t it?” she snapped. “Avoid my problems, because they were too much for you to handle. That’s why I left you.”

“First of all,” I growled, “I never avoided your problems. I was always there for you, and I did my best to help you. What I didn’t want was for you to expect me to solve your problems for you, which you did all the time! Second of all, we both know that’s not the reason you left me.”

My patience was wearing thin. But I sighed and softened my voice. “Brook, I don’t want to fight. Please, just go home.”

The anger in her eyes changed to sadness. “Not yet, Jayce, please?”

“Why?”

She looked at me, biting her lip in that seductive way she knew I liked.

“I want to fuck you,” she said softly. Her eyes flickered with desire.

That caught me off guard. “What did you say?” I asked, taken aback.

“I just want to fuck you,” she repeated. “Just tonight. So you can decide if you still want me, because I still want you. And if not, I’ll go home, and you won’t have to talk to me ever again.”

I stared at her in disbelief. But she wasn’t joking.

~Interesting~.

Despite my annoyance, I found myself considering her proposition. I could give her a good old hate-fuck.

Even if her traitorous fiancé found out, I’d have the satisfaction of knowing I got back at the bastard.

And the thought of causing Brooklyn guilt was too enticing to ignore.

The idea was starting to sound more appealing the longer I thought about it. Even my cock was semi-hard at the thought of having her on all fours.

Brook enjoyed anal sex, and I was willing to punish her to such an extent.

Yes, the thought only tempted me more.

But something deep in my gut made me hesitate. I could deny it all I wanted to, but I was reminded of Tuli and the little crush I had on her.

My heart clenched. I wanted to groan, but instead, I pushed my feelings aside and reminded myself that I would be getting revenge on my ex.

“Jayce.“

“On one condition,” I growled. “I don’t want to fuck here.“

I stroked her sex through the crotch of her pants. Her breath hitched as I grabbed her ass and pulled her against me. “I want your ass.”

“Oh,” she breathed, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

I smirked as my cock hardened through my jeans, poking her belly. Before she could say anything else, I grasped her nape and crashed my lips down on hers.

She gasped, prompting me to groan in delight. She still tasted so good, like cherry pie. I was going to enjoy sucking on her neck.

Before I could continue any further, however, a series of barks broke the silence, followed by a set of teeth nipping at my ankle. Brooklyn pulled away, shrieking at the pup who had the ankle of my jeans in his mouth.

“What the fuck,” she screeched, “is that a pit bull?!”

Bones tried to pull me back by the hem of my jeans, as if warning me to keep my distance from the woman standing before us.

“What’s got you all worked up?” I asked, laughing as I scooped him into my arms. “He’s just a puppy. And he didn’t hurt me.”

“Those things are monsters,” she retorted, her gaze flickering between fear and loathing as she looked at Bones. “Why the hell do you have one?”

“Excuse me?” I shot back, taken aback and angered by her words. Bones growled, issuing his own warning.

“That creature is a menace,” she spat out, “and you have no idea what you’re getting into, taking in a beast like that.”

I put Bones down and he scampered off.

“I don’t know what your issue is with pit bulls, but you’ve succeeded in pissing me off.”

“I’m just stating facts,” she said defiantly. “Those animals are vicious.”

I let out a dark chuckle. “You must be seriously misinformed about them. Have you ever been attacked by a pit bull?

“Uh, no. But that’s irrelevant.”

“Have you had any personal experience with a pit bull?”

“No, but—”

I cut her off. “Have you ever done any research on pit bulls?”

“I don’t need to do research,” she snapped, “I know ~enough~.”

“Apparently not. My dad had two. Maggie and Maddie. American pit bull terriers. They were the sweetest dogs to grow up with. They were very protective of my sister and me when strangers were around. Not once did they attack any of us. We had them until my mom remarried and my jerk of a stepdad got rid of them. They were both pretty old and nearing the end of their lives anyway. I was fourteen then.”

I glared at Brooklyn.

“After that, I started volunteering with my uncle. He breeds them. I used to help take care of the puppies. I’ve never been attacked. I know pit bulls. ~I~ know what I’m talking about.”

With that, I pushed past her and opened the door.

“I want you out of my house, Brooklyn. Now.”

“All this over a dog?”

I grabbed her arm and led her out onto the porch.

“It’s not just about my dog. Thanks for the unsolicited advice on how to raise him, by the way.”

She looked like she was about to retort, but I cut her off.

“But he doesn’t like you. And if my dog doesn’t like you, I don’t like you.”

Brooklyn rolled her eyes.

“If you show up at my doorstep again, I’ll call your fiancé and tell him how eager you were to let me fuck you in the ass.”

“Fuck you,” she snarled.

“In your dreams, bitch.”

I slammed the door shut. By then, Bones had returned to my side. “You’re quite the little troublemaker, aren’t you?” I murmured, picking him up.

He stared into my eyes for a few moments, then licked my face.

“You are wise beyond your years, Bones,” I sighed. “Let’s hit the sack.”

He gave me another lick in agreement, and off to bed we went.