“Nothing. We went out and I left with him . . .”

“You fucked him?” he grinds out.

“No,” I breathe. “It didn’t get that far.”

“Why?” His voice is clipped.

“Because he’s an asshole!”

“What happened?”

I take in a deep breath and exhale slowly and loudly. “He got . . . out of control.”

“How?” he grinds out.

“He just scared me. It was stupid, really. He was driving and he was going really fast, Reign. I mean, fucking dangerously fast. I asked him to stop and he wouldn’t; he laughed at me. We got to his house and he tried to . . .”

“What?” he hisses.

“Reign.”

“What did he try to do?” he barks.

“Well, he put his hand on my leg and up my thigh. He was trying to lower my dress when I pulled back to stop him. Then I got out of his car because I was angry. He called me a cock tease, and told me that I’d get what was coming one day, then he left me there. He took my phone and purse and just left me there.”

“Fucker! I knew he was a dodgy cunt.”

Whoa.

He launches himself out of my bed and I hear him storming out of the room.

“Reign!” I yell, scurrying out and hopping into a pair of pants as I rush after him.

I catch him at the front door. “Please, don’t. He didn’t do anything bad, he just scared me,” I plead.

He turns to me, his eyes wild. “You came to my house tonight with your dress ripped, your hair a mess and tears in your eyes. I’ve never seen you cry, not for anything. You were scared, and he did that to you. Don’t tell me not to go, because for a girl like you to cry then it means he fucked up. He won’t do it again.”

Then he steps out and I’m left standing there, speechless.

How can I argue with that?

CHAPTER EIGHT

Reign got my purse back for me, and then he proceeded to fire Xander and provide him with a killer black-eye. I can’t blame him for that. Xander acted like a tosser, and the more I think about it, the more I realize that anything could have happened when he left me on the street alone. I’m thankful to have someone like Reign in my life during these times.

Since then, sex is off my mind for a while and I’m back to concentrating on Slutena. I really hate helping Reign with that bitch, but it’s what he wants and it’s what he pays me for. He claims he didn’t sleep with her the night I went to his house, but I wonder if he’s withholding information from me. Not that I understand why. Probably because he’s moving too fast and he knows it. The woman cheated on him for Christ’s sake. I don’t know how he can just get over that.

Slutena has entranced him with her perfect damned pussy.

Apparently she’s out of town for a week, so I’m back to being the best wingwoman a man could ever ask for. Reign wants to get laid and he’s called on me to help. He’s clearly struggling with things, because I can sense an inner need to get her back, even if he won’t admit it. It makes no sense to me that he can still fuck when he’s apparently in love with Slutena.

Tonight we’re at a quiet bar. There are a group of pretty, drunk women enjoying a hen’s night. We’ve been drinking for about an hour, and I’ve been keeping an eye on the girls, figuring the busty blonde in the corner will work.

“I’m going with the blonde,” I tell Reign.

He looks over, letting his eyes rake over her tight, black dress. “She’ll do.”

“Don’t be so picky, Fabio.”

He gives me a hard stare. “I’m not being picky, but I’m certainly not fucking just anything because it’s easier, either.”

I gape. “You’re awful. What if one day you turn into a three-hundred-pound gorilla? How would you feel if no one wanted to fuck you, asshole?”

He snorts. “Then I’ll cut my own balls off and strip myself of my manhood.”

“So dramatic,” I sing, turning my attention back to the girls.

“How are you going to play this one?” he asks, leaning in close. I can feel his chest pressing against my back.

“Easy. I’m using the old ‘I cheated on you’ trick.”

“Ahhh,” he says, his voice admiring.

“You ready to get your dick wet?” I say, turning back to him, only to find his eyes on my dress.

“You goin’ home after this?”

“Why? Scared I might pick up myself?”

His eyes slide back up to mine. “Perhaps.”

“Jealous, Reign?”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Jealous? Who is it that’s getting fucked tonight, babe?”

“Eat a dick.”

He chuckles. “I’m ready. Call me in the morning, I’m taking you to lunch.”

“Ugh, why?”

“Business lunch. It’s important.”

“Can’t you go alone? Business lunches bore me.”

“No, I can’t go alone. I need the press to believe I’ve got a girlfriend.”

“Correction,” I say. “You need Slutena to believe you have a girlfriend.”

“What’d you call her?”

Uh-oh.

I swallow and look away. “Ahhh . . .”

His voice comes out clipped and hard. “She’s not a slut, Tiani.”

“Listen here, buddy,” I say, giving him a hard stare. “Just because you’re all obsessed with her doesn’t mean I have to like her.”