Page 14 of A Wife by Christmas

“Probably to tell me how happy she and Eric are, how I missed a fantastic party I paid for and arranged. The same party I was asked to leave.”

“Ah, yes.” Brick turned toward Tiffany. “I’m going to make sure Cathy invoices you. There is no way she’s paying for that party, and if you think you can manipulate your way out of it, remember, I wear a patch and I’m not afraid of any badge. Try it, and see where your bullshit lands.” With that, he slammed the door in Tiffany’s face.

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Brick didn’t like the sister. He didn’t even need to talk to her to know he didn’t like her.

Rebel had needed his help with some club stuff. One of the brothers had been hitting the drugs a little too hard, and he’d come to the bar, begging for help. So, they’d gotten him into rehab. It was the only thing the club could do to offer help.

“Invoices?” Cathy asked as he took a step toward her.

“Yeah, you don’t think they’re going to get away with taking all your money, your time, and pay absolutely nothing. You were even kicked out of your own party, and you know I don’t like that.”

There was a large smile on her face, one he found utterly intoxicating. “What?” he asked.

“I’ve never had anyone stand up for me the way you just did with Tiffany, that’s all.”

He shook his head.

Cathy giggled. “What is it? What’s the matter?”

“I find it mind-boggling that no one will stick up for you, and you know what else?”

“What?” she asked.

“It pisses me off that people can treat you that way.”

She ran her hands up his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Stop worrying about it. I’m not. I’m used to it.”

“And that’s part of the problem.” He put his hands on her ass and tightened his grip on the tender flesh, pulling her inclose.

Brick made sure there was no distance between them, feeling her body next to his. His dick was already very happy about that.

She let out a little moan. “I guess I don’t need to ask what you’re thinking about?”

“I’ll give you a clue. It involves you very naked and sitting on my cock. I don’t even care which room we’re in.”

Cathy giggled.

“Do you not want to?” he asked.

“I do. It’s nice, you know, being with you, I like it.”

He stroked some of her hair back away from her face. “Well, so long as you like being with me, and you’re not just using me for my dick, I happened to have come from town.”

She nodded.

“And, I was wondering if you’d be interested in going to that Christmas festival they’re advertising?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” she asked.

“Yeah, I am. Where people can see us. You don’t mind, do you?”

She laughed. “Of course not, and I’d love to.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really, but I feel I should warn you. Tiffany will probably go back to our parents and tell them everything that happened, and they might be there, and they may cause a scene. It could get very ugly.”

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