Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“And he’s still alive?”

“Will you help me plan a slow death? I’m not one for violence. I would have been the poison type, you know. No one would have seen me coming.”

He throws his head back and laughs. “You’re funnier when you’re drunk.”

“I have an idea.”

“No, we’re going home. You can plan that poison stuff when you’re sober.”

“I’ll be right back.”

“Abi.”

“Just wait for me here.”

I rummage through some cupboards and take a chocolate syrup with me. Walking upstairs, I flip Dane the bird while his gaze follows me.

Three doors line the right wall, and when I walk inside the last one, his woodsy scent invades my nostrils. The room has a different touch though. The walls have a distinctive blue color, just like the curtains. This rich blue seems so familiar, like the color of my eyes, making my heart skip. No, that can’t be.

The dark floor matches the black king-sized bed. With the door open, I can peek into the bathroom. Golden, white, and black create a fabulous pattern of marble. There’s a rain shower, two sinks, and an oval bathtub in the spacious bathroom. Next to the bathroom is a walk-in closet, big enough for two people. Nostalgia once again drags me into its cruel arms.

I could have seen myself living with him here.

Stop reminiscing about the past. I guess your vagina was not good enough for him. And that wakes me up from my reverie. I came here with a clear intent, so I place the chocolate syrup on the floor and peel my jeans off. Naked from the waist down, I spread my legs and take a shot of my pussy to draw the exact shape and form. Picking up the chocolate syrup, I bend over the mattress. My hand moves over the sheet, recreating the image.

It’s a masterpiece, and of course, it is. I have a beautiful vagina, and he worshiped it. So fuck him, and his words meant to hurt me. Or maybe that’s what I tell myself to feel better.

He doesn’t know what I went through in the name of loving him. I protected him, and now, what is he doing? Trying to wreck that small piece still holding me together. I wipe my tears away with the back of my hand. Bending from my waist to pull my panties up, I freeze. The door opens and closes, and I drop on my ass.

“Do you have any fucking idea what I would have done if I found you in Alec’s room?”

Dane prowls to me. I jerk to a standing position even though his intense look makes me weak in my knees. He cups my face and searches my face for a truth I buried inside of me.

“What are you doing here, Abigail?”

“I got lost.”

“And found yourself in my room?”

“Blame it on the drinks I had. I’m leaving as soon as I put these stupid jeans on.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Shit.

One second she is trying to drag her jeans up, the next she stumbles forward and drops on her hands and knees. She giggles, and her round ass winks at me, clad in just a strip of material.

My dick stirs to life. Ah, so you can still work, moody asshole. Of course, it’s hers, like every other part of me. A fact that is true and real, just like the cycle of life and death.

Seeing her with Alec blinded me. I’m so torn when it comes to her.

As if it was not enough seeing her again with that asshole, Kaden, now she tries to fool another guy into a fucked up triangle?

I rake a hand through my hair, and my eyes land on my bed, where a syrup bottle lies next to an image. I inch toward it and cock my head.

She drew a pussy, making me chuckle.

She juts up her snotty little nose. “That’s my pussy. And it’s perfect.”