Page 82 of Her Dark Angel

I pull out a chair from under the wooden table and settle down, enjoying the crisp air. I forgot to throw on a shirt before coming downstairs, but I don’t mind the cool air against my skin. If anything, I welcome it.

Sipping on the hot coffee, I sigh with relief when the liquid touches my lips. Fuck yeah. This is exactly what I needed.

I’m not one to sit outside and enjoy a coffee on the patio this time of the morning because I’m usually asleep or too violently hungover to consume such a rich drink, instead opting to continue drinking alcohol. But for some reason, I feel so… refreshed this morning.

And I have a sneaking suspicion it’s because of the little devil.

Images of what we did last night come flooding back to me in strong waves. The way she cried my name when she came on my cock is something I’m never going to forget.

When I found her having a panic attack after walking in on a threesome happening in one of the spare bedrooms, I couldn’t understand what could have brought it on. Kinsley is strong-headed and knows what she wants and how to get it. She’s driven, smart, and so fucking beautiful. Which makes it hard to figure out what demons she’s running from.

Who is she running from?

The selfish part of me wants to demand she tell me everything, but I know I can’t do that. If I pressure her into telling me what her demons are, then I have to show my hand in return and that’s not something I want to do. Not yet, at least.

I don’t know what it is about the little devil that makes me want to slip off my mask and bare myself to her—heart and fucking soul. But the thought alone terrifies me because what if she doesn’t accept the real me? The Nash Beck no one knows.

I don’t think it’s something I could handle, so it’s easier to stay hidden in the dark where I can continue to keep my cards close to my chest and my heart intact.

“Nashie!”

With the coffee mug halfway to my lips, my eyes snap up to see Kitty walking around the side of my house and across the freshly cut grass in nothing but a tiny black lingerie set. Her tits are barely covered by the thin lace material and a pair of thigh-high black leather boots rests comfortably against her skin. She sways her hips as she walks with what I’m sure is meant to be a seductive smile on her red-painted lips.

“What the fuck,” I murmur in disbelief at what I’m seeing.

Is she for fucking real right now?

Before Kitty reaches the patio, I spring into action. I leap out of the chair and meet her at the edge of the concrete, my hands firmly on her bare shoulders to hold her in place. There is not a fucking chance in hell I’m letting her anywhere near my house.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I hiss through clenched teeth. “You need to leave. Now.”

Kitty grins at me, not even the slightest bit intimidated by the annoyance in my tone. “Nashie, I’ve missed you. You haven’t been answering my calls the past few weeks, so I thought I would stop by and see if you wanted to have a repeat of our last night together.” She strokes my arm, but her touch makes me cringe.

“I have a girlfriend, so you need to fucking leave. I won’t ask you again.”

Kitty frowns, tilted her head to the side. “A girlfriend? Since when? The Nash I know would never get a girlfriend.”

God, does she not watch the news?

I spin her by the shoulders and march her to the side of the house. “Yeah, well, things have changed. You can’t come by here anymore, you hear me?”

“But Nashie?—”

Click.

I stop dead in my tracks. Oh, fuck.

Click. Click. Click.

Oh, no, no, no. This can’t fucking be happening right now.

My head snaps to the left, scanning the thick trees and multiple bushes lining the backyard. And sure enough, I see it. A lens sticking out of one of the bushes. After many years of dealing with the asshole paps, I’ve gotten rather good at spotting them.

How the fuck did I miss this one?

I swing the side gate open and guide Kitty through it. “If I see you on my property again, I’ll have no issue with getting the police involved, okay? Stay the fuck away. I mean it.”

Kitty turns and throws a pout at me. “You’re a fucking bore, Nashie. I want the old Nash back.”

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