Chapter Twenty-Four - I Am Not Yours

Chapter Twenty-Four - I Am Not Yours
Orson

“Why are you going tonight? Why don’t you tell him over the phone?” I say from my place on her bed. 

Everly is getting ready to head out and meet one of her clients for the last time. I don’t understand why she is insisting on meeting him. I thought she would want to be away from it all as soon as possible. Yet, she has a client tonight and tomorrow night. 

“Because the right thing to do is to tell them in person.” She replies from the floor, where she is doing her hair and make up. 

“Are you going to have sex with him?” 

My tone of voice takes me aback. I sound almost annoyed, possibly even jealous. 

She turns to face me. “If I am or not, it is none of your business.” She snaps. 

“Yes, it is. Our agreement makes it my business. You are supposed to stop, yet you haven’t.” 

“I am stopping! After tomorrow night. Why is this bothering you as much?” 

“It isn’t bothering me. It just doesn’t make any sense. They are only men who paid for your services, sexual or otherwise. You don’t owe them anything.” I protest, sitting up. 

“I am doing this my way, okay? You don’t get an opinion.” 

“You still need to consider me, Everly.” 

What the hell am I saying? Why am I trying so hard to talk her out of it? 

She jumps to her feet, and her dressing gown falls open as she does, exposing her half naked body to me. I lick my lips, trailing my eyes over her. Fuck! What I would give to put my hands and lips all over her again. The view is enough to make my cock throb. 

“No, I don’t! We are nothing. I am here because you didn’t give me a choice. What I do with my life outside of our agreement is none of your business. The only thing you get a say in is when we need to deal with your family or make our relationship believable to the people around us, nothing more. I am not yours. The ring I have on my finger is not real. You seem to be getting confused between the two things.” 

Her face is red with anger, and irritation is evident in her words, falling from her mouth with a clenched jaw. 

I sprint up, and we are soon face to face. “Don’t fucking talk to me like that.” 

I am tired of her attitude! 

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Or what? What the hell are you going to do about it, huh?” she asks, pushing at my chest. 

Our breathing is heavy, and our eyes intensely stare at one another. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. Before I can stop myself, I grab her face and crash my lips to hers. I groan loudly as soon as our lips connect. I am surprised when a moan falls from hers, and she kisses back. I grasp her hip and pull her body tightly to mine. Her arms come around my neck, and things become heated quickly. My cock grows against her. I hate how badly I need her. 

Everly abruptly pulls away, putting a distance between us. “No, that is not happening again between us. Get out of my room. I need to get ready to leave.” 

“Are you serious? You would rather go fuck some guy who pays for you than me?” 

“Yes.” She says bluntly and pushes me towards the door. 

“God, you are a bitch.” I hiss and leave. 

She laughs, closing the door behind her. Not in my entire life have I met a person who can get under my skin like Everly can. I shouldn’t be surprised. She isn’t going to make the next three months easy for me. 

I pour a double scotch and toss myself onto the sofa in anger. My heart and pulse are racing due to rage and the heated moment we shared. I downed it, pouring another one. Ten minutes later, the sound of her heels on the floor grabs my attention. She strolls into the living room. A sexy little red dress covers her body. I fist the sofa as I take her in. 

“When will you be back?” I ask, emotionless. 

“I don’t know. Don’t wait up, sweetie. I may be late.” She replies sarcastically. 

“Fuck you, Everly.” I hiss, turning away from her. 

“You wish you could. Enjoy your night. I know I will enjoy mine.” She smirks and walks out the front door. 

I throw the glass against the wall once I know she is away. She has put me in such a shitty mood. If I didn’t know better, I would think she likes men paying for her services, but I know her full act tonight was to piss me off. It worked. It shouldn’t be bothering me at all! I need to get out of this house before I drive myself insane. 

I sent a group text out to my friends to see if they wanted to meet for drinks. Thankfully, a few of them do. I will need to tell them what is going on because they have seen Everly on her “dates”. I need them to play along if they are ever around my family. I can trust them not to say anything. 

I finish my drink, getting ready to head out and meet them. I am in no rush to get back home. My plan is to get wasted and forget about everything that has happened in the last week. I need to get laid. I might take someone home with me for the sole purpose of pissing Everly off. If she wants to act like an asshole, I can do the same. It is my house, after all. I will bring who I please back with me, and she can’t do anything about it. It will be a good reminder of what she is missing. No matter how much she denies it, I know she wants me again.