Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15

I’m not sure how Thane was able to hear what Steven said, but as soon as the phone goes dead in my car, it’s obvious he somehow did, because he’s across the room quicker than a bat out of hell. Letting him open that front door first will cause even more drama, and my drama–cup runneth over right now, so no, thank you.

With a speed that would make Usain Bolt proud, I intercept him in the doorway between the living room and the hallway. My left hand, having a mind of its own, lands and presses against his chest as I look into his eyes and say forcefully, “No.”

With my right hand, 1 gesture back into the living room before continuing.

“Wait th

there. I’ll handle this ”

The look on his face tells me he has no intention of listening or doing as I asked, so I soften my voice and pleadingly add on, “Please.”

It’s as if a switch is Пipped. Softening his rigid stance, he reluctantly relents and slowly steps back into the living room, all while his hand grazes my hip as he passes me. My breath hitches at the subtle touch, and my face has trouble staying stoic. He steps just around the corner to stand beside the bookcase out of sight but still within earshot. It’s more than I expected him to do, so I don’t harp on it further.

Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves and reinforce my walls against Steven, I swing the door open with my resting–bitchface mask in place.

Steven stands before me, and I honestly can’t think why I was ever attracted to him. Compared to the ebony–haired, gorgeous, behemoth of a man standing in my living room, he seems like a sniveling, average–looking chauvinist.

“Baby…” he starts, climbing the few steps as if to come inside. Fuck that shit.

Leaning against the inside of the doorframe with my left shoulder, I pull the door towards me with my right hand holding on to its side for dear life, effectively closing the gap the wide–open door created, and making it abundantly clear that I’m not letting him inside.

“What do you want, Steven?” I ask, refusing to acknowledge how he addressed me.

He mock pouts, but the bullshit is ripe in his tone when he answers, “I came to explain. Last night wasn’t what you thought.”

1 scoff before asking. “So it wasn’t you fucking one of my e

employees?”

His eyes widen in shock at my crass remark. Granted, I’ve always been the sweet, non–swearing girlfriend in his presence. So this no–nonsense, filthy–mouth woman that’s the real me that stands before him is not what he’s used to.

I admit I’m guilty of not being myself around him, but I’m not the first person to change so they can be accepted, and I won’t be the last. What does matter, though, is that I no longer indulge this cheating fucknugget in hopes of being what he wants me to be.

Shaking his surprise off, he and

answers me confidently, albeit delusionally, “Well, yes. But I was doing it for us.”

This I’ve got to hear.

Feigning interest in his answer, I ask, “Really? In which way?”

He takes the final step so he’s in front of me, and with a shady second–hand car dealer’s smile, he says, “I know you’ve been trying to get me to be more adventurous in the bedroom. So, not wanting to disappoint you, I wanted to try some options alone. I didn’t want to be a bumbling idiot when we tried new things. It was also so I could tell you what I liked beforehand. Because I know how embarrassed you’d feel when we tried something and I did not like it. So ultimately, I did it mostly for you, and then for us.”

With every word he utters, my jaw unhinges itself more and more, to the point I think it might hit the ground at my feet. I wonder what he calls this delusional world be lives in? Stevenland maybe?

“You’ve got to be shitting mor, right?” I ask incredulously. Not sure if I should start laughing at the absolute drivel that’s spewing from his mouth, or if I should cry for the ten months I lust wasting my time on this scumbag.

Having had enough of this pointless conversation, I don’t let him answer me. “That’s got to be the lamest excuse in the history of lime excuseŃ why one would cheat on their partner. Do you honestly think I’m that naive and desperate that I’d forgive and forget what I saw last night after thut feeble attempt at justifying your actions? Did my middle name on my birth certificate change to ‘dumb bitch” or “gullible without my knowledge?

I see the moment he realizes I’m not going to fall for his little dog and pony show by the malicious look that enters his eyes, and the derisive words gearing up in his peabrain to be hurled at me. Don’t do it, Steven.

To no one’s surprise, he does it.

The acid on his tongue is a tangible thing when he sneers at me, “Well, if you weren’t such a frigid bitch, I wouldn’t need to…”

He doesn’t get to finish that idiotic statement because in the next instant, the front door gets ripped from my grasp and Thane appears behind me like a foreboding sentinel.

The menacing energy that pours from him like molasses as he steps into my back, effectively making sure there is not an inch separating our bodies, has vastly different effects on me and my ex.

Steven’s whole body freezes as if he were dumped in a vat of liquid nitrogen. I swear he’s even stopped breathing. His eyes are as big as dinner plates as he stares at Thane behind me.

My reaction, on the other hand, is the total opposite. This man’s power in his pinky alone is enough to render the imbecile before me speechless. My body, though, comes alive. My nerves feel as if I’ve been electrocuted while a heat that could rival the sun ignites in my core.

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