Page 90 of False Confidence

“I’m still mad at you,” she said, but there was no bite to her words. She snuggled into him and sighed contentedly when he kissed her forehead.

“So mad that it’s a no on us being in an actual relationship?” Liam asked, his tone more confident than he felt.

“Not that mad.”

“I can take that. Girlfriend.”

“Shut up.”

Liam laughed and turned out the lamp, plunging the bedroom into darkness. Jasmine turned around, and he looped his arms around her, spooning her.

“Liam?”

He said nothing, just waited until she cursed.

“For fuck’s sake. Boyfriend?” Jesus, he had no right getting hard again.

“Yes, darling?”

“I want to fall asleep with you inside me again,” she said, sleepily, angling herself toward him. Liam’s heart raced. He was still half-hard, but her words turned him on to a torturous degree. What the hell had she done to him? “But, just to reiterate,” Jasmine continued, “I’m still pissed.”

“So I’ve heard,” he replied, rubbing his cock over her pussy and pressing into her, savoring her happy little whimper. “Goodnight, darling.”

Cal was sitting on the couch outside his office, reading a worn and bent paperback with a cup of coffee in his hand. She dropped onto the couch beside him with a heavy sigh, and he looked up with a bemused smile.

“Hello to you too.”

“Hey. Remember when you said if I needed someone to do girl talk with while Maggie and I aren’t speaking, I could come to you?”

Cal dogeared his page and set his book down, squinting at her. “I’m absolutely certain I didn’t phrase it like that.”

Perhaps not, but he had told her to come to him if she needed to talk or rant, and oh boy, did she need to rant. “I considered forcing Sierra to listen to me, but that seemed like a breach of boss-assistant boundaries, you know?”

“Probably not the best person to comment on those,” Cal offered with a wry smile. “But I am on board with the girl talk. What’s up?”

“It’s about Liam,” she warned.

“I figured that’s what girl talk would entail. Shoot.”

If her mind wasn’t so muddled, she would laugh out loud at Cal’s eager expression. The man was such a gossip, but she trusted him to keep whatever she told him to himself. She knew he wouldn’t even tell Maggie, unless she asked directly, and why would she?

Jazz took a deep breath and considered her phrasing. This was Cal’s son she was talking about, after all. “Okay. Liam won’t let me break up with him.”

Cal opened and closed his mouth no less than three times, confusion on his face. “I didn’t even realize you were officially together,” he said finally, and Jazz groaned.

“Me either! But Liam says we’re in a relationship and I don’t seem to get a say in the matter.”

“Huh. That’s pretty bold. I didn’t realize we were allowed to do that.” Cal raised his brows and ran a hand over his jaw, clearly impressed with his son.

“Cal!”

“Sorry.” He gave her a sheepish, dimply smile that was exactly like Liam’s. Fucking Michaelsons. “Okay, so you don’t want to be together? Officially, I mean.”

Jazz crossed her arms and scowled. “I didn’t say that.”

“But you’re trying to break up with him.”

“Exactly, he just won’t let me.”

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