Chapter 24 Gus

Julia stops in her tracks, her eyes locked on the grotesque sight I saw minutes ago—the one I intended to hide from her. Her posture grows rigid: shoulders tight and elevated, like a full-body cringe.

"What the fuck," she mutters harshly while she glares at Jay, witnessing the rhythmic thrust of his narrow hips as he works in and out of a moaning blonde on all fours on the suite's velvet couch.

And when I say rhythmic, I mean rhythmic. Fucking metronome. It's so damn steady and robotic, I would pity the woman if she weren't readily screwing this asshole in a room my girlfriend paid for.

Girlfriend? Yeah, I'd like that. I'd like that a lot.

Jay is so engrossed in his vanilla, lazy, rich kid sex, he doesn't even notice us standing in the doorway. Anger mounts in me, inciting a pronounced tingle in my arms that makes me want to break shit. This is the second time tonight I've had to look at this punk's bare ass, and he doesn't even have the decency to see us.

I turn my attention to Julia, whose jaw is slightly lowered. The look of pure pain and betrayal on her face is unmistakable. It makes me want to decimate Jay—

—but then I remember who I'm standing beside. Julia Ridgeway needs no help with the fine art of decimation.

"What the fuck is this?" she shouts. And she has a phenomenal shouting voice. It's full and confident—rich with fury. But there's a tinge of sexiness to it. Frankly, I could listen to her yell at people all day.

Alarmed, Jay jumps back so fast that the condom he's wearing nearly slides off his pathetic dick. Eyes wide, he looks between Julia and me with his expression of embarrassment quickly morphing into terror.

"You're such a liar," she snaps, advancing closer to him. "All this time when you were pretending you wanted me, you were fucking other women?"

Jay fumbles to latch his hand on the back of the couch. "No, I—"

"I wouldn't have cared if you told me," she snaps. "I fucked other men. But you acted heartbroken when I turned you down. You deliberately guilt tripped me—and yet here you were, getting your dick wet. You're a grifter, Jay."

He begins to stammer, but Julia holds up her hand. "Don't talk right now. I don't think I can stand to hear the sound."

Jay shuts up before grabbing a couch cushion to cover himself. Next to him, the blonde is frantically trying to put on her clothes and keeps glancing at Julia like she's worried she'll leap over the couch and maul her if she lets her guard down.

"I don't care if this is your first time or the fiftieth. Although, let's be clear, we all know it's not the first. You don't lie to a woman and tell her you love her, only to dip your cock into another woman within the hour," Julia sneers.

"You told her you love her?" the blonde questions with a pained gasp.

"No, baby," Jay offers. He turns to face her. "I—"

"He did," Julia interjects, eyebrow raised haughtily. "He said he loves me and wants to marry me, which isn't surprising. I'm incredible."

The blonde gapes at Jay and then looks back at Julia. "I'm sorry. He said you were friends. I didn't realize you were together."

"Oh we are most definitely not together," Julia confirms with a laugh. "I deserve someone who knows how much I'm worth—and not just for the sake of using me as a limitless line of credit the way you have, Jay. I deserve someone who thinks I'm worth fifty-billion dollars and would trade his entire life's work for one night with me."

My heart flips when she references me. Us. Our story—strange, but wonderful.

Jay, on the other hand, looks mortified. "Are you—are you talking about him?"

"No, actually," Julia lies, toying with him. "But what a coincidence that he can afford me. He's a billionaire, after all, and you're a sad boy whose rich father disowned him, and has spent the last eight years whoring himself out to have a little fun."

He shakes his head. "Julia, I don't know who you've been talking to, but I care about you for so much more than your money. I mean, Jules…This was a weak moment, but—"

Julia laughs out loud. "Are you serious? You're so desperate that you're still pretending to be in love with me?" She practically cackles. "Oh my god, Jay, that's so cute. All those acting lessons you took in high school—remember when you wanted to be on a CW show? Those almost paid off."

"I'm not—"

"Listen, babe, I would love to keep dismantling your spine one vertebra at a time, but Gus and I have plans tonight. Maybe we'll fuck on a pile of money, or buy the entire hotel so we can christen every room. No idea. But whatever we do, you're not invited. Go beg your father for money and kindly fuck right off. Don't ever speak to me again."

The panic on his face is unmistakable. "Julia, we've had thirteen years—"

"You lied to me. You're a freeloader and I'm not surprised your father cut you off. I'm doing the same thing."

The consequences finally click for him. Within a blink, Jay's eyes narrow into slits, his demeanor suddenly shifting from contrite to hateful.

"Whatever. You and your creepy stalker can keep pretending you have anything in common. Have fun letting him defile you until he's bored, you fucking whore," he snaps.

Red. I see red. I bound forward, ready to rearrange his pathetic face when Julia grabs my arm and jerks me back.

"You know what?" She nods. "I am a whore. He does defile me. It's fucking fantastic. I come so hard I cry, Jay—and you know I never cry."

"Fuck you," he spits.

"It's why I had no patience for your pitiful, clumsy attempts. So, feel free to take notes," Julia declares before she turns and kisses me.

At first, I'm so taken aback, I don't even kiss her well. It doesn't take long to fall in line though. Her arms weave around my neck and she presses her lush little body against me. Muscle memory takes over.

I work my tongue between her lips, taking her mouth fully like Jay isn't watching us from a few feet away. His brow tightens while Julia gasps against my mouth and whispers, "Are you going to keep your promise to me, August?"

My promise…I'm confused at first until she shrugs off her robe, leaving herself completely naked.

What the fuck…

Then I remember what I told her before I left to retrieve her vibrator: I promise you, if someone sees you naked and needy, I'll fuck you right in front of him. I'll intimidate the shit out of him because no other man could fuck you like I do.

She's a psychopath.

She's a psychopath—and I am too—and I'm completely and undeniably obsessed with her.

More importantly, I keep my promises.

Growling, I hoist her into my arms, gripping her bare thighs like I own them. I position her legs around my waist. Behind her, Jay's blonde is heading to the door with her dress askew and her high heels in hand, averting her eyes. Jay, however, doesn't look away.

Watch. Watch how I make her lose her damn mind. Watch how she sobs and begs for it. Watch how she babbles and sweats. Watch how I make her come every single time, no exceptions.

Julia uses her arms for leverage. She takes up a grind against me, her hips rolling like they're searching for my cock behind my pants. Her expression is needy but completely at ease—bright as she finds her pleasure against the hardness of my erection.

But before the night unraveled, she and I had a clear, well-communicated plan. Jay doesn't get to ruin it. Fuck it. I'm getting into her ass tonight—whether he's here or not.

My hand drifts down her smooth backside and I let my middle finger dance at her back entrance.

"Yes," she hisses when she feels me nudging her. "Go in. Please, go in."

That's when Jay finally looks away with his cheeks red from anger, embarrassment, or shame. Those are all reasonable reactions to seeing his longtime best friend being finger fucked in the ass by a man he envies and hates.

The sound of the door opening and closing lets us know he's finally gone—but Julia doesn't stop.