Chapter 8

 

Delilah’s impromptu confession did nothing to sway my curiosity. In fact, it flamed the fire of her draw.

I just wanted to make it through the day, just one day, without thinking about her, but she was always fucking there, in my periphery. The smell of her perfume was a constant torture. If we weren’t office mates, working together and she was just some girl at the bar, I could fuck her, get her out of my system, and be done.

Instead, I was left ready to explode like a ticking time bomb, just waiting to go off at any moment. Anger and frustration mounted, and the sight of her made me furious.

I resented her, absolutely despised her for making me want her in the first place.

I didn’t want the need that churned inside me. I didn’t want the crawling hunger to fuck her like she was the last fucking woman on the planet. I didn’t want to crave her with her pretty vacant eyes and her plump, perfect all.

I didn’t want her.

Liar!

Shut up!

Arguing about it with myself wasn’t hel