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it was true. I loved Butch McIntyre, and I probably always had, but I bowed to peer pressure and denied my true feelings for him way back then.
    And, since he didn’t love me now, I’d walk away and deny them again.
    But I was pissed over that Corey crack, so I stood up, stalked closer, and shook a finger in his face “What makes you think I’ll go back to that asshole, hmmmm?”
    He sneered. “Your kind always do. The pretty ones, the popular ones. They stick together, while they’re sticking knives in each other’s backs. I remember high school.”
    I shook my head at him, sad that he thought I was still that superficial girl who gave into the mainstream for safety. I thought I’d shown him I was more than that over our time spent together. Thought he at least cared about me, but I was wrong.
    “ You don’t know me at all.”
    I stomped around the room, packing up my things, while he watched in silence. Then I left the mansion without even giving him a kiss goodbye.
    ***
    I’d had a crappy day at work, and all I wanted to do was get back to my new apartment and soak in a long, hot bubble bath. Streamlining businesses as a corporate consultant paid well, but it had its downside, too. Today I had to cut the jobs of ten people, and I felt like a great big ball of negativity and guilt. It was never easy picking employees for the chopping block and costing them their livelihood.
    I dug into the pepperoni pizza I had tucked under one arm, and I was in mid-chew when I realized my apartment door was open a crack.
    Who the hell was in my place? I fished a can of pepper spray out of my purse, then did a juggling act with it and the pizza while I nudged the door open wider with my shoe.
    The apartment looked the same as when I left that morning. I checked the open kitchen / living room area, held the can of mace up, ready to spray if there was anyone lurking in my closets.
    When I flipped my bedroom light on, I screamed.
    There lay Butch McIntyre, sprawled out on top of my new brocade quilt and pillows. His wrists were tied to the bedposts by two silky neckties. A dozen red roses covered his crotch, and they were the only thing he wore.
    “ Casey Carpenter, I love you,” he said as I stood in the threshold, gaping at him.
    My pizza dropped to the floor with a splat .
    “ I have always loved you,” he continued. “Even when you put itching powder in my underwear at the prom and told Cassidy Faynor I had crabs.”
    I couldn’t stifle my spontaneous chuckle in time. “Sorry, I am not laughing at you! I swear.” I shook my head at myself. “ I was such a bitch to you back then. I can’t say sorry enough.”
    He nodded to indicate I should sit on the bed, so I did.
    “ I forgave you a long time ago,” he said.
    “ How exactly did you get in here?” I touched the red roses wrapped in tissue paper.
    He smiled a feline smile. “I have my ways.”
    I shook my head in awe and grinned back. “Who tied you up?”
    “ My chauffeur owed me a favor. Tonight, I’m your sex toy.”
    I plucked the roses from his lap and found he was very happy to see me. His thick cock already stood erect, and the glans slapped against his stomach when I pulled the flowers away.
    “ Thank you.” I pressed the velvety petals to me face. “They’re lovely.” Then I wrapped a hand around his stiff shaft. “And so is this.”
    He moaned as I pumped my hand up and down, then he gritted out words through his teeth, “Please, don’t make me ask.”
    “ Make you ask what?” I wasn’t sure what he meant. I was too fixated on the pearly pre-cum spurting from his glistening cockhead.
    “ If you love me or not.” His voice was small, like he was that awkward kid again, and my heart went out to him.
    I grabbed his face and kissed him soundly. “Of course I love you! Sorry, it’s not every day a girl comes home to find a hot man on her bed wearing nothing but roses.”
    We laughed together at that, and I kissed him deeper, letting our