Page 44 of Deceit

Emmy’s right she didn’t claim me.

She kept me fucking hidden as if she was ashamed of me.

“Ah, right,” Blue voices slowly, continuing with her taunting that will do nothing but keep her within the scope of Emmy’s uncontaminated hatred. “You like men with titles and fancy suits. If he doesn’t drive a Porsche or a Benz, little Emmy Lou isn’t interested.”

My body promptly reacts before Emmy’s does because Blue’s pressed almost every button she could to get a reaction.

And IknowEmmy.

Rising, I tuck the laptop underneath my arm and grasp her bicep to guide her outside.

She’s being a damn distraction again and Blue’s working Chuck into talking. Not have a girl fight in my trailer.

“What?” Emmy complains, lightly jerking out of my hold. “She fucking started it!”

Shoving the trailer door open, Marty, Mills, and Kyson are busy smoking a blunt when I lightly shove Emmy down the steps and to her car.

All three pairs of eyes fall on us briefly before returning back to their conversation. Seeing Emmy and I arguing is a common occurrence when we’re in close corridors of each other. It’s not something that needs rectifying or any human interaction to break it up.

Blue might be a vixen, but Emmy is a little wildcat, and she shows it when she spins around, rips her arm out of my clutches, and glares up at me with pure violence in her honey irises.

“Why doIalways get in trouble?” she angry-whines, pointing to herself. I try my damnedest to ignore the black spaghetti shirt she’s wearing. The way it v-line dips and hugs the curves of her breasts. How easy it would be to push away the thin straps off her shoulders and see what kind of lacey assemble she’s wearing tonight.

“Because you started it,” I counter back, letting out a sigh and letting my frustration become audible now. “Go home, Em. I don’t want you here, you happy now? I used my words to express my feelings. I don’t want you here.”

She completely blows off my comment and lifts her shoulders weakly. “Sorta. How painful was it?”

My nostrils flare, but she doesn’t back down.

No, she straightens her spine, her forehead only coming up to the middle of my chest but my height has no weight against her pride and the simple fact that I could pound her into the ground.

Emmy is a small thing with a huge mouth and an even bigger ass. I wish I could talk to it more than her lips. However, if it were my dick or lips keeping her silent, I’d be alright with that too.

“Go. Home.”

“Or what? Are you going to brood around and glare at me? Are you going to pretend I’m the biggest pain in your ass? Oh, wait, I already am, and I’m going to—” Swooping down, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, getting a perfect view of what I spoke about prior.

Emmy’s little fists immediately slam into my spine, causing nothing but a small smile to creep up my lips. “Bishop, let me down!”

“You need some help walking apparently.”

“Mills!” she bellows in the dead of night while there are people trying to sleep. “Get him to let me go!”

“Shut up, Em,” I growl out, digging my fingers into her thigh. “It’s late.” She attempts to kick her feet, struggling against my hold, and my cock imagines her doing it underneath me, naked, with her long blonde hair wrapped carelessly around her head.

“Tell him to—oof!” Letting her fall abruptly to the ground, I steady her with my hands before quickly releasing her.

And like a fucking gentleman, I open her car door.

“Home,” I stress out through my growing hard-on.

Making another move on Em would mean hopping on the merry-go-round of our relationship.

She makes me believe for a second that there’s a chance for us sometimes with the way she looks at me as if she misses me. That we can tell our friends that she and I married each other a long time ago and I’m in love with her.

Because I am.

I never stopped.

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