Chapter 43: Ultimatum
Instead of feeling threatened by my words, Elliot scoffed, and his eyes glinted wickedly. He took another step closer to me so that we were only inches apart.
“Get off your high horse.” Elliot placed his hands on either side of me, effectively trapping my back against the counter. His cool, sharp scent hit me like an arrow to the chest, hating the way it still affected me. “You and I are one and the same, baby. Deep down, we aren’t afraid to use people. I sleep with Isabella to get what I want, and you spread your legs for Gareth to get what you want.”
My nose wrinkled, and my stomach churned with disgust.
“Oh, don’t look so high and mighty,” he drawled and lowered his head until my gaze met his. “I know that you’re keeping that old man’s bed warm at night.”
“You don’t know anything,” I snarled, gritting my teeth. “For the last time, get the hell out of my house before I call Isabella.”
My former mate laughed in my face and pressed his body against mine, lifting one of his eyebrows suggestively. “Why don’t you spread your legs for me instead of that senior citizen? I’ve got the stamina to pleasure you all night long. I don’t even need a little blue pill to do it.”
Elliot shifted his hips, and my stomach churned when I felt his hardness against me.
My fists clenched. I was sick of Elliot’s unwanted sexual advances. With all of my might, I stomped on his foot. Hard.
“What the hell, Jasmine?” he hissed, springing away from me and jumping on one foot.