Reject You to Break You (To Reach You Book 2)

Chapter Forty: Get Crazy, I'll Get Rough

Ridge-

The party was in full raging mode, the bass bouncing off the walls, the lust thick in the air, people grinding shamelessly, strip poker, shots, beer, the house getting littered with red solo cups. 

Where the fuck was she?

I roll my eyes as I call on Jack yet again, forcing him to dispatch his lips from Tate's, both glare at me. "North, where the hell is she?"

Tate shrugs, tugging on Jack's collar. He grins, shrugging to me and turning his attentions back to Tate's lips. 

Motherfucker. Is she even here?

"Yeah...not a good idea,"

I spin around. Kay is talking with Dylan, and both are looking at me. I scowl when I see the asshole. "What are you on about?"

"Don't look for North,"

Anger threatens to blind me. "And who the fuck are you to decide that?"

Kay raises his hands in frustration as Dylan shakes his head, eyes widening. Something doesn't feel right...

Kay points over my shoulder, and I turn, frowning. 

North, sitting on the kitchen island, her mouth fused to a blond's, his hands under her shirt. His body between hers as her lips move in sync with his. Hell no. 

Yeah, I couldn't have her, but no one else could either. 

What happens next is very much a haze as I grab the guy by his collar and slam him against the wall one too many times. I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing, or why my fist is bloody as my body shakes, taking out my envy on him. Taking out all of it out on the asshole who would dare touch what was and would always be mine. 

Then I'm being pulled back, and the blind bliss of killing the asshole leaves me, making me turn both my attention and rage toward North, who is tipping her head to stare at me. More like glare at me. 

Cayne's the one holding me back. He's the only one who can. Before getting into design a year ago with dad's company (Monroe Designs), Cayne was the star football player, no one could beat him, him being a practical wall, he was muscled and his hands were double the size of normal hands. Cayne was bigger than our dad when he was a sophomore, Cayne Monroe was simply a giant, he could beat John Cena without a blink and we all knew it. 

"Calm the fuck down," he hisses. 

"Let me go!" I roar, snarling at the guy who's already bolting. 

"Who the hell do you think you are?" North spits out, eyeing me with open hostility. I grab her forearm without thinking, jerking her toward me, my mouth touching her ear and my lips curl as shivers start controlling her body with my touch. "I'm punishing you for that later, baby, get one thing North, the crazier you get, the rougher I'll go on you when we're alone,"

She's squirming by this point. I expected her too and I'm not disapointed, her thighs are clenching and she doesn't think I'm noticing, but it's not like I can miss anything about her. 

I let her go.

***

Two days later-

Ridge-

"Hello?" I say, putting my phone on speaker as I punch the bag faster. 

"Hey," a hesitant pause. "Um...Kaleb called back, he knows who sent that email, are you free?"

"Yeah," I say, shoving my shirt off and packing up my things. "Where are you?"

"Skyline,"

My nostrils flare. "You're there alone?"

I can practically see her eye roll. "Fuck you, Ridge, you don't own me and don't you forget it, are you coming or not,"

"I'll take a shower and meet you there in twenty," I say, ignoring her cursing and irritation. 

"Fine,"

"What's the guy's name,"

I hear her scoff, "It's a chick,"

I clench my jaw. "Name?" I prompt. 

"Aspen Grove,"

***

I suck I know. 

I haven't updated in a while...sorry about that. But here it is. If you guys don't recognize the last name I'm jumping off the bridge. 

Laters,

Reagan