Page 61 of Free Agent

“I thought you said you changed the locks?”

If looks could kill, my family would be collecting T-shirts with my face on them and half the bourbon in Kentucky for a weekend-long funeral in my honor between the daggers I was getting from Aurora and Monty.

Bitch ass nigga.

I suppressed the, mighty, urge to smirk at him, choosing instead to focus on Aurora.

Hair all over her head, crust in her eyes, a bit of dried drool at the corner of her mouth.

Pretty ass.

“I…” she stammered, looking back and forth between me and Monty. “How about… maybe we should… Let’s just take a moment?—”

“For what?” I asked, fully sitting up. I’d gone from peacefully sleeping off the filth we’d engaged in last night to waking up to her ex-fiancé fucking up the vibe.

Clearly uninvited.

So…

“Answer the question, sweetheart?—”

“Sweetheart?” Monty grumbled, but I still didn’t give him the satisfaction of my attention.

I was focused on her.

“Did he break in, or did you lie about changing the locks?”

Her lack of alarm, and the way she wrinkled her nose, told me everything.

“We’ll discuss your punishment later,” I told her, making her eyes go wide as I kissed her temple. They went wider when I exited the bed, dick saluting the world, to head to the bathroom, making sure to look Monty right in his eyes on the way.

Whether or not she actually changed the locks didn’t matter.

She hadn’t invited him here right now.

That was certain.

Ol’ boy was being an asshole. Little did he know, I had no problem matching that energy. I could gladly go bar for bar if that was the way he wanted to do it.

I left the door half open.

Ill-mannered, maybe, but I was making a point, and wanted the easy access just in case he decided to get stupid with Rori. She’d never given me any clues or signs about him getting violent with her in any way, but from the look on his face, he was clearly bothered by what he’d walked into.

If he decided to hop out of character I wanted to be ready to pop his ass right back into it.

I was washing my hands when Rori showed up at the bathroom doorway, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. “So about me changing those locks,” she started, and I chuckled.

“It sounded good to you in the moment, and you wanted me to think you were a tough girl,” I offered, grinning at her.

“Obviously,” she admitted. “I’m sorry.”

“For lying, or him interrupting our sleep to fuck up the vibe? Am I still not about to get my pussy for breakfast?”

“Oh, my God.”

“I’m dead ass serious,” I told her, and she blew out a sigh.

“I’m sorry for both,” she said. “And as far as pussy for breakfast… I don’t know.”

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