Final Score. Michelle Betham
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Название: Final Score

Автор: Michelle Betham

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Эротика, Секс

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isbn: 9780007596553

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СКАЧАТЬ with you, all of it caused by Jim Allen. And every time he does that to you, it kills me. It fucking kills me to see you put yourself through it, time and time again.’

      ‘He won’t hurt me any more, Ronnie.’

      ‘Has he promised you that, huh? Has he promised you he won’t hurt you again? Has he promised you he won’t put you through any more shit? Has he promised you that?’

      ‘He doesn’t make me promises. I won’t let him.’

      Ronnie let out a small laugh, full of nothing but cynicism tinged with scorn. ‘Well, there you go, then. And how convenient is that? When it all turns to shit again he can just turn right around and tell you he never made you any promises.’

      ‘You’re supposed to be my friend,’ she whispered, trying to pull her arm free but his grip on her was firm.

      ‘I am your friend, Amber. That’s why I’m saying these things. Because I love you too much to see you dragged down again. You’ve got Rico now…’

      She finally pulled her arm free. ‘I am tired of people throwing Rico at me as some sort of reason as to why I shouldn’t be with Jim. That isn’t fair on me, it isn’t fair on Rico, and it certainly isn’t fair on Jim.’

      Ronnie laughed that laugh again, pushing a hand through his hair. ‘Jesus, Amber, he really has got you reeled in hook, line and sinker, hasn’t he?’

      She stared at him, their eyes locked together for what seemed like an eternity. ‘For all my life, Ronnie. For all my life.’

       *

      Ryan flung open the door and let out a heavy sigh.

      ‘And I’m really happy to see you, too,’ Ellen said. ‘You look like crap, by the way. Baby been keeping you up?’

      ‘He’s with his granddad.’

      ‘So why do you look like you haven’t slept in days?’

      ‘Because I haven’t. What do you want, Ellen?’

      ‘I thought you might like a bit of company.’

      He leaned against the doorpost, folding his arms. ‘Why would I like some company? I’ve just spent the best part of a day with a whole lot of people and, to be honest, I’d quite like to chill out on my own now.’

      ‘That’s not very sociable, is it?’

      ‘I’m not feeling particularly sociable. And haven’t you got a boyfriend who needs your attention?’

      ‘He isn’t some puppy I just picked up from the shelter.’

      Ryan rolled his eyes and walked back inside. Ellen took this as a sign to follow him, seeing as he hadn’t exactly slammed the door in her face.

      ‘I hear Amber and Jim…’

      ‘I don’t want to talk about it, Ellen.’

      She followed him into the living room, slipping off her coat and throwing it over the back of the sofa. ‘If you want my opinion…’

      He turned around to face her, his eyes dark and determined. ‘I don’t.’

      ‘You deserve better than Amber Sullivan.’

      ‘I said, I don’t want your opinion, Ellen. I really don’t care what you or anyone else says or thinks because your opinions mean fuck all to me. Do you understand? Your opinion is pointless.’

      ‘Okay. If that’s the way you feel.’

      Ryan frowned as he looked at her. ‘Why are you here, Ellen? I mean, I thought you were all loved-up with Brandon Palmer.’

      ‘Have I ever said that?’

      ‘I kind of got the idea that you were, seeing as every time I see you you’re hanging off his arm like some WAG.’

      She smiled slightly as she walked over to him. ‘That’s not very nice, Ryan.’

      ‘I’m really not in the mood, Ellen. Just go home, will you?’

      ‘I wanted to make sure you were alright, that’s all.’

      ‘What am I? Some twelve-year-old who’s had a row with his best friend? I’m fucking fine, okay? Now, can everyone please get off my back and leave me alone?’

      ‘You’re certainly acting like a petulant child,’ Ellen said, turning her back on him as she walked away.

      Ryan reached out and grabbed her by the waist, swinging her back around to face him, pulling her against him and kissing her so hard and so quickly she almost forgot to breathe. ‘Is that what you wanted, huh?’ he sneered, keeping a tight grip on her. ‘Is that what you came for?’

      Ellen didn’t struggle to free herself. She stayed right where she was, smiling as she gently stroked his face, letting her fingers run over his chin, which was rough with heavy stubble. ‘I care about you, Ryan. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone. And the way you’ve been treated by Amber, it’s wrong.’

      ‘I loved her, Ellen. I still do love her.’

      ‘But you’re wasting your time, baby, don’t you see? Because she will never love you back. Not the same way you love her. She isn’t capable of doing that.’

      ‘How do you know what she’s capable of?’

      ‘Because I see the way she looks at Jim Allen. The way he looks at her. And anyone else just doesn’t matter. They’re two selfish people who deserve each other.’

      ‘And what does that make you, huh? I mean, here you are, with me, when you’ve got a boyfriend at home who has no idea his girlfriend is after another man.’

      Ellen laughed quietly, taking a small step back, but not far enough away to be out of his arms. ‘Is that what you think? That I’m after you?’

      ‘Aren’t you?’

      ‘I think you deserve someone who really cares about you.’

      ‘And that’s you, is it?’

      ‘You could do a lot worse.’ She moved a little bit closer, sliding a hand around the back of his neck. ‘You could do a lot worse.’

      He pressed his hand harder into the small of her back, pushing her against him, kissing her again, only slower this time. And she responded with the tiniest of moans, her fingers burying themselves in his hair as the kiss became deeper, longer.

      ‘We shouldn’t be doing this,’ Ryan whispered, even though every inch of him was crying out for something to take his mind off Amber. And if Ellen was quite happy to sleep with him, the way he felt right now he was more than up for it. Or he would be, if he could just get rid of that last, lingering feeling of guilt. What the hell was wrong with him? The old Ryan Fisher wouldn’t have hesitated for even a second over this decision. ‘We СКАЧАТЬ