Separation (The Kane Trilogy, #2)

by Stylo Fantome

“No. I'm just not going to suck your dick in some Spanish night club,” she replied. Oh, there's some bravado! Almost sounded believable, too! A for effort, you stupid bitch.

They could play all the games they wanted, and he would always win. It was his board game, his dice, his cards. She never stood a chance against him.

“I think that's my line.” “You know, I can think of better uses for your mouth than being clever.” “My, my,” Jameson chuckled, laying flat on the floor and putting his hands behind his head. “Someone wants to wear my shoes, apparently. Go ahead, Tate. Be the heavy. Let's see how good you are at it.”

“You're not allowed to make me feel better. You're an asshole.” “True. But I'm an asshole who used to be very good at making you feel better,” he reminded her. She sighed, pressing her face into his chest. “And making me feel like shit.” “You like that almost as much.”