Page 117 of Rebellious

“I-I don’t want to. He cheated twice with Fia. That’s a pattern and he obviously likes her. I can’t compete with her because I don’t want to have sex with him right now.”

“What the fuck do you mean right now?” he demanded. “Try never,” he snarled. “I will fucking kill him if he touches you.”

“You have no fucking say so over that. You and Daddy and CJ put him in my path.”

Snatching himself away from her, he sat up and jumped to his feet. “Not to fuck you.”

“Just to amuse me or tolerate me, right, fuck face?”

“Don’t start,” he warned.

“The three of you can threaten him all you want to, but at the end of the day, I can give him something none of you can, so stop fucking with me before I do it just to spite you.”

“Are you seriously fucking telling me you’d fuck him out of spite?” he snarled, barely recognizing his tone or his jealous fury. Then he remembered he was dealing with Rebel. If he pushed, she’d pull or push fucking harder. He heaved in a breath, changing tactics. “It wouldn’t be very nice of you to use emo boy as revenge.”

She made a face at him. “I know what the fuck you’re doing, Diesel, so fuck you. I don’t want to make love to Kaia out of spite. I want to do it because I trust him and because I care about him and because he’s my Huahua.”

Jesus fucking Christ, Diesel would have a fucking stroke.

“But…but…” Her shoulders slumped and that vulnerability returned. “I’m confused. Kaia hurt me terribly. I’ve said that to him. To Momma. To Daddy. And it doesn’t get any easier. It just bounces in my head. I miss him, and I feel so alone without him. A part of me blames myself. If I would’ve had sex with him the night of your birthday party, he wouldn’t have slept with Fia.”

“You can’t police that motherfucker’s cock. What the fuck is wrong with you? It’s attached to him for the time being. He controls what he does with it.”

“But he wanted me. I don’t know if I should give him another chance because I messed up.”

“Are you ready to fuck?” he snarled.

A flush crept over her beautiful skin, the mounds of her breasts up her neck and into her lovely face. She avoided his gaze and her blush deepened. Realizing her problem, he laughed, appeased.

“You couldn’t give yourself to him because you want me,” he stated in satisfaction.

Her nod was short and curt. “But that isn’t fair to Kaia, so how can I not give him another chance if the entire reason for turning him down is because I want you to be my first?”

His cock had just settled down. Now, it stiffened again.

“I don’t think I wanted to admit that until this past Saturday because it was so unfair to him.”

“Fuck Kaia!” Perfect segue. “He couldn’t even afford the type of jewelry you deserve.”

She frowned. “That isn’t true!” she said, always ready to defend that fuckhead. “I know the box they were in—”

“Anyone can get a fake fucking box and pass it off as one from a luxury store or jeweler. That isn’t real gold. Keep them in and your fucking earlobes and wrists will turn green.”

Her frown deepening, she lifted her wrist and studied Kaia’s bracelet.

“Could he really afford to spend five grand on fucking jewelry?” Diesel asked, wondering if he should’ve gone the other route and told her Aunt Meggie fronted him the money. “You know better than that. Emo boy loves expensive emo clothes. That’s costume jewelry at most.”

“I don’t care. They’re so pretty and they were from the heart. Unlike yours.”

Fucking Rebel. Always calling him out. Fine. He’d let her win this battle but he’d win the fucking war and convince her to take off Kaia’s jewelry. “Are you implying my gifts to you aren’t heartfelt?”

“A gift to me from you wasn’t even on your fucking radar, fuck face.”

“Fucking sue me if I was so fucking relieved you were coming home.” That was the truth. He was so fucking tired of Hortensia General, he was ready to blow that motherfucker up. “That was my main focus.”

She looked at the bracelet again, touched her delicate earlobe. “Kaia will be so hurt if I don’t wear them.”

That was the point. “Then he shouldn’t have aimed so high and pretended to give you something he couldn’t afford. Take the jewelry off, Rebel. Wear them sparingly.”