How To Fall In Love

by Bella Jewel

  “It will give me great satisfaction to hear you come, little Tia.”

  I want to spit a curse at him, but I too am now breathing ragged, my body wound up and desperate for release.

  “How much more do I need to rub your pussy for that to happen?”

  “Fuck you,” I hiss.

  “You’re not that lucky.”

  Asshole.

  His fingers pinch into my ass as he uses it for his own benefit, grinding my body against his, creating even more friction. Sweat trickles down my forehead as my pussy gets tighter and tighter, the throbbing is out of this world. I close my eyes, deciding he’s not going to stop so I might as well take it. I let my head fall back as he thrusts against me.

  Oh god, yes. So close.

  “Not even a moan for my benefit?” he rasps, unable to hide his own arousal with sarcasm.

  I clench my jaw, holding my breath, trying to do anything but come. It’s impossible though, with one last thrust of his wicked cock, I come against him. My breath comes out in a whoosh and with it a long, ragged moan. Reign grunts, I don’t know if it’s in amusement or perhaps even pleasure? When my body stops shaking and my senses come back, I realize that I just came...without him even really touching me.

  Oh man.

  “That was hot,” he dares to say after a few minutes.

  “If you ever...even so much as speak about that...I’ll nut you.”

  He chuckles against me. “Speak about what? That you were so fuckin’ horny I just rubbed my cock against you and you were coming in mere minutes.”

  I say nothing, because I can feel a flush rising to my cheeks. Shit. He got me good, the bastard.

  “We’re even now, then.”

  He wraps an arm around me. “Maybe.”

  Before I can answer, the closet door swings open and a janitor stares at us in confusion. Then he recognizes Reign and straightens. “Sir, I didn’t realize you were using the closet. Forgive me.”

  I snort and step out, knowing I probably look like Reign just fucked me.

  “We got stuck. Thank you, Pete.” Reign says, nodding to the man.

  I rush off down the hall, not daring to look at him.

  “Can’t even look at me?” he says from behind me.

  “You owe me dinner now, Reign Braxton.”

  “That I can do.”

  I can’t wipe the smile from my face.

  That’s one for Reign.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Ohh, the smell of Italian food and red wine. It’s so good. My stomach grumbles as Reign and I take a seat outside, under a gorgeous big umbrella that has been professionally placed to give the restaurant edge. Reign has a newspaper tucked under his arm and a waiter follows closely behind him with our wine.

  We sit down and I smile at the waiter politely as he pours the wine. Reign nods at him and when he’s gone, I dare to look over the table to the man I want to beat. With a blunt instrument. He gives me a cocky smile and I shoot him a glare. With a chuckle, he shoves the newspaper towards me.

  “I don’t want that.”

  He nods to it, “Look on the second page.”

  Curious, I take it off him and flip it open to the second page. I see a picture of him with...twenty or so women. A huge smile breaks out across my face as I realize this must have been taken the night I sent all those women after him. Then I read the article and it clicks.

  “You sneaky son-of-a-bitch,” I breathe. “It finally makes sense.”

  “What does?” he asks, taking a sip of his wine.

  I look up at him. “I never realized it before, but there’s always a picture of you and a woman in the paper, which makes sense. It’s not coincidental, is it? There’s only one way a reporter could have gotten that photo of you, and that’s if you gave it to them.”

  His eyes narrow.

  “Oh, you’re good,” I laugh, sitting back. “You know, I wondered why you had no problem screwing around when you’re trying to get your ex back. It made no sense, I couldn’t figure out why you would do that when you claimed to love her. Now I get it. She sees this, doesn’t she?”

  He shrugs, but his expression tells me I’m right on.

  “It’s clever, Reign. I’ll give you that. The old ‘make her jealous’ tactic. Tell me, though, why don’t you just go and get her back?”

  He meets my stare. “She fucked me over, I guess a mean part of me wants to make it hurt. I wasn’t just going to run back into her arms...that would have been wrong for both of us. She made a mistake, of that I don’t doubt, but she also needs to see how it feels.”

  “You could just pretend to be with other women,” I point out.

  He raises his brows. “I’m a man, did we not make that clear.”

  “We did,” I deadpan. “Okay, so tell me your tactic on this.”

  “It’s simple. She sees those pictures and it hurts her, nothing makes a woman realize what she’s missing like seeing the man she fucked over with another girl. She made a mistake, a big one, and it’s not an easy mistake to come back from. But in saying that, she regrets it. I know she does.”

  “How?” I ask.

  He shrugs, drinking more wine. “I just know. She was devastated when I left, she’s called me non-stop since.”

  “So instead of taking her back, you’re making her pay?”

  “Am I wrong for doing so?” he asks.

  I take a sip of my wine and ponder that, before saying, “No.”

  “She’s been away on business for about six months now, she’s coming back into town next week. I’m hoping we’ve both gotten over our shit and can talk.”

  “Are you really okay with her cheating on you?”

  “She fucked up, Tia,” he says simply. “We all make mistakes. I’m as much to blame.”

  I groan. “Reign, don’t do that. Don’t use the ‘it was my fault’ thing. It’s not right.”

  “Isn’t it?”

  “No, it’s not!”

  He shakes his head. “I disagree. You’re telling me that if a man is an asshole, and treats his woman less than perfect, that it’s not partly his fault that she would find comfort in another man?”

  “That’s exactly what I’m saying. Cheating is cheating, it’s never okay.”

  “I fucked up,” he says, shifting in his seat so he can lean closer to me. “I’m partly to blame for her actions. I treated her badly.”

  I shake my head, pursing my lips. “I still disagree, but it’s your relationship. Not mine.”

  “You think she’s capable of doing it again?”

  I sigh. “Not necessarily, but you shouldn’t be taking all the blame either.”

  “I’m not. I’m just not blaming her entirely for it.”

  “You’re methods with all this are fucked up, you know that right?”

  He shrugs. “I won’t lie and say we were both to the point we needed the break. We needed to get ourselves together. Shit was bad for a while because we forgot who we were. I needed mindless sex and no emotion, and she needed to feel some of the guilt for what she did. But in the end, I miss her, I love her and I want her back.”

  “Is it really so easy for you to have sex with random women? Even though you claim to love her.”

  “Can we not talk about this? I have a reason for doing what I’m doing. Can we leave it at that?”

  I pout. “Fine.”

  Our meals are served and we’re both quiet as we eat.

  I’m pondering Reign’s words.

  There is a method to his madness; I’ll give him that.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Three days later

  Juggling two muffins, two coffees and my purse, I shove my key into Reign’s door. He gave me a copy, because there are times I need to come in when he’s out to do work from his home office. I push the front door open and step into his large, very manly apartment. It’s all sleek black and white, with polished floors and expensive furniture. It has three bedrooms, two bathrooms—one with the biggest tub I’ve ever been i
n—and one hell of an entertainment room.

  I drop everything onto the kitchen counter and turn, looking around for Reign. He wants me to spend the day with him at some ridiculous golf event, so I was instructed to come first thing so he could give me a rundown. This is the first time I’ll see the infamous Selena. The reason I’m in this job.

  “Reign?” I call.

  I make my way down the hall and see his door is cracked open just slightly. Asshole probably isn’t even awake. He made me come over early and he’s in bed. I don’t think so. I shove the door open, and the first thing I see is the long, slender back of a female. Her hair is draped over her shoulder and she’s bouncing up and down on Reign’s cock.

  Rolling my eyes, I walk over to the window and shove it open. I finally found Reign a good one last night, it seems she was a really good one, too. He rarely lets women stay longer than a few hours. She squeals when she hears me and he lifts her and throws her off.

  “What the fuck, Tia?” he barks.

  “Good morning, sunshine. Time to get up. You did not drag my ass out of bed only to spend your morning fucking.”

  I spin around and stare at him, a huge smile on my face. This isn’t the first time I’ve walked in on Reign fucking, and I know it won’t be the last. The girl is off his lap now and is sitting beside him, glaring at me. She’s got the sheet up to her breasts. He’s sitting up, only a sheet covering his very excited cock.

  “Pitching a nice tent this morning, Reign.”

  The girl makes a strangled sound and I turn to her. “I’m sorry, is something stuck in your throat? A pubic hair, perhaps?”

  Her face reddens and she turns back to Reign. “Who is she?”

  “Oh my God, he didn’t tell you?” I cry, pressing my hand to my cheek. “I’m his wife. But don’t worry, we divorced after I found him with his dick deep, deep in the maid’s throat.”

  The girl jumps out of the bed and glares at him. “Are there other women, Reign? You said there wasn’t.”

  He shrugs, but I can see him trying to hide his smirk.

  She makes a noise laced with distaste, and quickly gathers her clothes before turning and rushing out. Reign sits up further, putting his hands up behind his head and staring over at me, an amused expression on his face. His muscles are bulging and he’s slightly sweaty from his extracurricular activities.

  There’s only one tattoo on Reign’s perfect body, and it starts on his right pec and travels up, over his shoulder and just down his arm. It’s sexy as fuck. It’s a Celtic, black design, but boy does it work for him.

  “You really enjoy doing that, don’t you?” he asks.

  I walk forward and throw myself onto his bed. “Ugh, dude, your sheets smell like sex.”

  He shrugs and leans over, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. He takes two drags before offering it to me. I crawl up and sit beside him, resting my back against the headboard. Then I too, take a drag. We have this weird, casual friendship thing going on between us; there are never awkward moments between Reign and I.

  “What’s the game plan for today?” I ask.

  “You stick by my side, look pretty and make sure you appear to be havin’ a good time.”

  I focus on him. “You sure she’s going to be there?”

  He takes the cigarette off me, plucking it right out of my lips. “I’m sure.”

  “You nervous?”

  He snorts. “I don’t get nervous.”

  I roll my eyes and tuck my legs up. “It’s been months.”

  “Doesn’t matter.”

  “Ugh, you’re so broody, even after sex.”

  He stubs the cigarette out and looks over to me. “I didn’t get off because someone came charging in without knocking.”

  “I knocked on the front door,” I point out. “And there’s always Mrs. Palmer and her five daughters to finish the job.” I grin, wiggling my fingers at him.

  “You don’t shut that pretty mouth, I’ll roll you over and fuck you. God knows you owe me.”

  I snort and slide out of the bed. “I don’t owe you anything, and you’re certainly not getting a piece of this.”

  I point to my body and wiggle. His mouth twitches.

  “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “You’re not my type.”

  “Funny,” I say walking out of the room. “I’m making coffee, you want?”

  “Yeah,” he yells as I disappear down the hall.

  I’m in his kitchen making coffee when he emerges, wearing only a pair of low-lying sweat pants. I’ve seen Reign like this many times now, but damned if it doesn’t get better and better every time. I turn back to the coffee, trying to push the image of that just-fucked hair and those washboard abs out of my mind.

  “You make the best coffee,” he says, reaching around me to pluck his cup from the counter.

  “I know,” I say, turning and lifting my backside onto the countertop.

  “I eat there.” He frowns, scrunching up his nose.

  “Suck it up, princess. I don’t have diseases.”

  He glares at me and I smile at him. “When was the last time you got fucked, Tia?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

  “That’s none of your business,” I snap, lifting my coffee cup into my hands.

  “That long, eh?”

  “Eat a big one, Reign.”

  He chuckles. “You need me to be your wingman today?”

  “I do not need you to pick up. If I want sex, I’ll get it.”

  “You want me to fuck you, babe?”

  “Ha-ha,” I mutter, jumping off the counter and joining him at the table. “I’d say yes, only I’m not fond of getting chlamydia. My vagina and I have a woman code.”

  “Might wipe some of that sass from you,” he points out, sipping his coffee.

  “Never.”

  His mouth twitches again and he leans back in his chair.

  “What are you wearing today?”

  “Clothes.”

  He gives me a not funny expression.

  “I have jeans and a tank, why?”

  He scrunches up his nose. “You can’t look like a street bum today.”

  “I do not look like a street bum.” I gasp. “Jeans are very classy.”

  “Your jeans have holes in them.”

  “I will have you know I purchased them like that.”

  He raises his brows. “Then you got ripped off.”

  “You have no idea about fashion.” I sigh shaking my head. “Poor man.”

  He looks up at the ceiling, as if gathering his calm, and then he turns his golden eyes back to me. “I’ll call Roberta and have her bring you something . . . sexier.”

  I poke my tongue out at him and stand. “Fine, only because you pay me well. Hair up or down?” I ask as I walk to the bathroom.

  “Down, and wear the bra that makes your tits look good.”

  “I didn’t know you were looking?” I call out.

  He chuckles again and I smile. I get into his massive, black and white bathroom. The dark granite benchtops are lined with expensive products. I open the drawer and pull out a comb, and then I get to work styling my hair. Reign comes in about half an hour later and thrusts a dress at me, along with a pair of sandals. Then he reaches over and takes a strand of my hair, pulling it back. I try hard not to shiver.

  “Tuck this back, looks nicer.”

  He turns and walks back out before I can throw some smart-ass response at him. Instead, I pin my hair back like he wanted it and then I turn and stare down at the dress. Ugh, it’s so . . . nice girl. It’s a white halter dress that has a low dip at the front, exposing a good amount of breast. It’s tight on the top, but flares out at the base. The good-girl parts are the tiny, purple flowers all over it.

  “You can’t be fucking serious?” I yell.

  “Wear it, Tiani.”

  “I look as though I need to go to church.”

  “Maybe you do.”

  “Fuck you, Reign.”

  “Later, babe. Now get dressed.�
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  Fine. Asshole.

  I throw off my clothes and pull on the dress. Okay, when it’s on, I will admit it does look pretty with a little sexy edge. I perk my boobs up, slip on the white sandals and then double check my hair and makeup before walking back out. Reign looks up when I step into the living room. His eyes flash for a second before his mask is back on.

  “Perfect.”

  “Gee, Tia,” I mock. “You look so sexy, thank you for wearing this ugly dress for me.”

  “It’s not an ugly dress.”

  I shake my head and walk over to take my purse. “Are we taking the SUV?”

  “Yeah,” he says, pulling on a light grey sweater over a pair of dark jeans. He looks divine.

  “That’s an ugly shirt,” I say, scrunching my nose up. “You look ugly.”

  He grins at me, and I lose my breath because it’s so rare. He walks over and presses a kiss to my head. “You look sexy, thank you for wearing that ugly dress for me.”

  “Well,” I say, hating that my voice is breathy, “that wasn’t so hard was it?”

  He lifts his keys and jingles them at me. “You ready?”

  I stand and hook my arm through his. “Let’s rock this party.”

  ~*~*~*~

  Selena is . . . wow. Just wow.

  Blond hair down to her perfectly-formed hips. Eyes so blue the sky is jealous. Big, pink lips that even I am feeling the urge to kiss, and a body that belongs on the cover of a magazine. No wonder he’s hung up on her; shit, I would be too. She’s . . . wowzers. Just damn.

  “Jesus,” I say, keeping close to him. “I’m pretty sure even I want to fuck her.”

  He looks down at me with a horrified expression. “I always knew you loved to munch rugs.”

  “I am not a lesbian,” I say, shoving him.

  “Act like a lady, babe. She just saw me.”

  I straighten up, plaster a fake smile on my lips, and hook my arm through Reign’s. Selena is watching him and when she sees me touch him, her eyes harden. Oh, so she isn’t over him? Good to know. As we get closer to her, she only gets harder to look at. Her perfection burns my eyes.