Page 124 of Mayhem and Minnie

I’ve never felt more alive in my life. And it’s all because of the entertainment value Minnie has brought to my life. At this point, I’m willing to overlook her shady past as long as she’s not hiding a lover or, God forbid, a husband.

I scowl.

Just thinking about a potential lover sours my mood.

She can lie to me about her identity, about her background, about everything. But if she’s lied to me about her history with men, then all hell will break loose.

My fists curl as I think of the bloodshed I’d unleash on anyone who’s ever touched her. Especially that soulmate of hers. He’ll be the first because he means something to her. He claimed a part of her heart when the entire thing should be mine and mine alone.

A sudden thought flashes in my mind and I tense.

She said she’s never fucked anyone, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t done something else with that soulmate of hers, or with others.

My lip twitches and my vision goes red.

“Minnie,” I bark aloud.

She startles. Turning her head, she raises her brows in question.

“Yes?”

“How many people have you kissed?”

“W-what?” She blinks.

“Answer the question,” I demand harshly.

She gawks at me. I suppose I’d gawk too since I must look like a madman suddenly bringing this up. But I must know—so I can plan accordingly, of course.

“What do you mean?” she asks slowly.

“A simple question. How many men have you kissed?”

“Only one,” she answers in a soft voice.

My hearing dims until the only sound I hear is the pounding of my own blood.

“Who?” I rasp out.

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“Who was it, Minnie?” I ask again, more pointedly. “Who did you kiss?”

She appears taken aback by my vehemence. She licks her lips as she prepares to speak.

Bad idea.

Now I’m staring at her lips.

Imagining another man’s lips on hers.

Thinking about her sighing another man’s name while he plunders her sweet mouth.

My pulse is through the roof, and I press harder on the gas pedal.

“Marlowe,” she yelps, holding on to her seat.

“Who was it, Minnie?”

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