Page 66 of These Deadly Vows

“She must have a death wish.” He makes a tsk sound.

Chapter Twenty

“This changes nothing.” Boo pulls her top down over her head.

“It can’t happen again,” I promise, and my dick practically weeps in protest. The bitch is a good lay. I see why Ghost keeps her around. She’s good with her mouth. Can make a man forget his own name and what day it is, apparently.

“Right,” she mutters, as though she’s trying to convince herself.

“This never happened,” I tell her while reminding myself that this was a huge mistake. A severe lapse in judgment.

“Good. We’re in agreement then.”

“What will you say to Stray?”

“Shit. Do you want me to say something to her?”

“Tell her whatever you want. I never should have started with her.”

“She’s a sweet girl. You should give it a shot.”

“I’m good.”

“Don’t call me.” She balances on one foot, putting her shoes on.

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

“Okay. Later or not.” She gives me a small wave and books it out the door.

What the fuck was I thinking? Of all the people I could’ve fucked, I picked the one bitch I despise the most. Not once. Not twice. Three times, or was it four? I need my damn head checked and probably my dick, too.

My phone buzzes from somewhere in the room. I find it under my crumpled jeans and a discarded pizza box.

Ghost: Where the fuck are you? You need to check in. You’re on Adeline detail today.

Fuck me. I groan. Boo and I have spent the past three nights together, getting totally wasted and fucking each other’s brains out. Not my smartest life choice, but I’ve done worse. I rifle around the drawer of my nightstand, searching for a bottle of painkillers.

I find them and wash a few down with piss hot beer. Checking the time on my phone, I know I don’t have time for a shower. Another text comes through that the deli order is ready to be picked up. I’m sure Adeline will want to go and considering I’m on her detail today, she has no choice.

I find her upstairs sitting in a chair presumably about to get her hair repaired by some fruity guy rocking a purple mullet wearing a floral shirt even my grandma wouldn’t have been caught dead in with jeans so damn tight if he farts, he’s going to blow a hole out the ass of them.

By the way Adeline refuses to make eye contact with me, she has to know who I’ve been with and is holding it against me. Who I fuck is none of her business and yet guilt stabs me in the chest like a knife to the heart, as though I’ve somehow betrayed her.

Boo really did a number on her hair.

I bet Prez about had a shit fit when he saw it. Boo better watch her back. I almost feel bad for the bitch. Almost. For her sake, I hope he’s in a generous mood when they cross paths.

“Can I trust you to stay put?”

The dude doing her hair answers that they’ll be a while.

I’ve not even been here five minutes and already Adeline is killing me with the silent treatment. I give up on forcing her to speak to me. I’ve got shit to do.

Damn it. I have to go to the bar to grab my keys. I hope Stray isn’t around. I can’t deal with her judgment right now. I’m doing enough of that for both of us. I don’t want to hurt her. I meant what I said to Axe about her being the kind of girl he should go for. She’s sweet and only slightly feral.

A relationship between us would never work. He’s an asshole and I’m a free spirit. Not that I would ever consider the possibility of there ever being anything between us outside of meaningless sex. Even if the sex is the best I’ve ever had outside of Ghost.

Speaking of the devil. The heat of his gaze burns through me like lava incinerating me to the bone. “I need a word. Now.” His voice comes out low and lethal. I gulp and follow him to the stairwell.

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