The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 169

With the sudden shove, the massive prototype toy tumbled out of the box and hit the concrete.

Zane stared at the faux silicone appendage resting on the ground, then slowly bent down to pick it up.

It was incredibly realistic. Uncomfortably large. Noticeably long. Looking at it now, he finally realized it might have been a bit much.

"I honestly didn't mean anything by it. I just figured, since you already use them..."

The moment the words left his mouth, Elara's face erupted in a blazing, furious red.

She had played the absolute fool, awkwardly trying to convince him it was just an "eye massager" when he had known exactly what it was all along.

And then she had accidentally thrown herself at him that same night.

So what exactly was he implying by giving her this thing?

Did he think she was some insatiable nymphomaniac? Or just pathetically easy?

Was that why he hadn't worn a condom that first time? Why he hadn't even bothered to take off his clothes all the way? Because he thought she was dirty?

The thought made Elara's blood boil.

So those times he aggressively pushed her down weren't accidents born of passion. They were tests. He was testing to see exactly how cheap and easy she was.

"Thank you so much for your generous concern, Mr. Whitaker, but if I need something like this, I can buy it myself." Choking back her rage, Elara leaned over, shoved the box entirely into Zane's arms, and slammed the car door shut.

She rolled down the window just enough to deliver her final blow. "Although, I must admit, it really is a fantastic product. It lasts much longer than you do, and it's certainly bigger. If I ever need one, I'll buy it. You should save this for your next flavor of the week."

"Ela—"

She didn't give him a chance to respond, slamming her foot on the gas and peeling out of the garage.

Tonight, she had successfully mentally annihilated two different men.

Zane stood frozen, staring at the taillights disappearing into the night, a hollow ache tearing through his chest.

He didn't last long enough? He wasn't big enough?

He could take pills for stamina, but for size...

There was absolutely nothing he could do about that.

But last night... she had looked so completely overwhelmed. Had she just been acting polite? Faking it so he wouldn't feel insecure?

So her climax... that was totally faked too?

Women could fake that?!

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