Page 34 of Wicked Heirs

“Seriously?”

“Sadly, yes.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks.”

“Why would he do that? I mean, you slept together through the night until morning… why do it then?”

“Who knows? Just to be a shit?”

“Wow. What a dick.”

“I can hear you, little angel.”

I started. Orpheus.

I heard their footsteps falter, then the sound of them spinning around, the air moving, indicating just that.

“Ignore him, let’s get a drink. They’re spelled here and pack a punch.”

“I’ll be along in a moment. I see your friends waiting for you by the bar. Spend some time with them, take a break from babysitting me.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Such confidence, little angel.”

“Shut your fucking mouth, little prince.”

I almost chuckled during my feed, imagining the look on his face as she’d given his shit right back to him.

“I prefer Dark Prince if you must know.”

“Well, it’s about what I prefer, not you.”

“Is that right?”

“Sheesh, I’ll leave you two to it. But if you need me, just come running, okay?”

“I will. Thank you, Izzy.”

I heard Isabella’s soft footsteps rushing off then.

“Izzy? She wouldn’t even let me call her that when we were getting carnal.”

“Maybe because you’re a huge dick. Kicking her out of bed, for instance?”

“You must be confused. I have a huge dick, could that be what she was getting at?”

“You know it wasn’t. Not after what you did.”

“It’s not what you think.”

“Really?”

“Everything was fine until the next morning. It was a casual hookup, supposed to be fun and a release for us both that we’d been needing. Then when we woke up she started saying all this shit about now being able to strike something off her bucket list.”

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