Page 63 of Kept By The Agents

"I think you should realize that I'm a grown adult and that I can make my own decisions about things." I tried to jerk my arm from his hold, but he just tightened his grip.

"The decisions you've made have landed you in deep shit, Princess," he sneered. "I don't think letting you make them is a good idea."

"That's not your choice."

"It is for now," he told me. "You're under my protection."

I was pretty sure I wouldn't mind a bit of ass slapping while we were having sex, and his high handed ways were fine then too, but I wasn't about to put up with him acting like he could boss me around any other time. "Brandon."

That got his attention. He was laser focused on me.

"I'm a full grown woman. I will always make my own decisions. But, I also understand that you're just trying to keep me safe, so in the future, I will try to be better about doing as you ask." Demanded. But now wasn't the time to point that out. I was trying to deescalate the situation.

His jaw flexed again and he gave a short nod before he turned and walked away.

Suave's brows were as high as his hairline.

"What?" I asked.

"Thought for sure he was going to turn your ass red."

"Is that something he does often?" I asked.

"No, but then again he's never run into a woman as stubborn as he is," Suave said with a grin.

"I'm not a fan of being...disciplined," I told him.

He cocked his head. "What if it was a fun bit of roleplaying?"

My eyes widened as his grin grew. There's no way he noticed the spark of interest I had when Brandon had mentioned spanking me. Right? He didn't know me that well anymore.

Suave's grin said otherwise. He cleared his throat. "Weaver, can I get a minute?"

Drew nodded. He hadn't said a word this entire time.

I wasn't sure if it was because he was preoccupied with the mission happening tonight, or if arguments made him uncomfortable. Either way he left without a word.

"Mind if I come in?" Suave asked.

I stared down where his boots were halfway into my room. "You kind of already are," I told him. As soon as Brandon had left, he'd stepped forward to fill the space. But I moved backward, allowing him to come fully into my room. I didn't comment as he shut the door behind him.

"I wanted to see if you had any questions."

"About what?" I asked. I knew. But I wanted him to say it. I was hoping that hearing it from him would make it seem like less of a fantasy and more reality.

"About being ours."

Sighing, I turned and moved over to the bed where I sat. "I don't know, Suave," I muttered. "It's just so...different."

"It is."

"And I still don't trust you," I informed him. "And Brandon pisses me off more often than not." I shook my head. "How am I supposed to live with you guys when Drew's the only one who isn't constantly getting on my bad side."

Suave frowned. "You forgave me."

"I thanked you for the sincere apology," I pointed out. "And yes, I forgave you, but that doesn't mean I can trust you."

Suave tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. I wasn't sure if he was praying for patience, or trying to keep from strangling me.

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