Page 84 of Deceit

Ronan’s face goes from a dopey love struck smile, to irritation in half a second when he realizes that it’s just me.

“Why the fuck didn’t I assume that as soon as I left town, you’d swoop in and monopolize my girl?” he gripes.

“Our girl,” I correct. “And to be fair, Asher has been the one monopolizing her all night. I just got her and you’re interrupting sooo.”

Ronan scoffs as he calls out for her.

“Baby, is this little shit head bothering you?”

“He’s fine,” she giggles sweetly. “But I do need to take a shower.”

“And I was just about to help her with that,” I add on.

“The fuck you are,” Ronan snaps.

I roll my eyes at him.

“Now, now, Ronan. That’s not very good sharing,” I chastise, doing my best to hold in my laughter as his irritation builds.

“Liam,” Skyla asks, in that tone that brings me to my fucking knees.

“Yes, babygirl?”

“Can you please step out into the room?”

She asks with such a pretty smile there is no way I could deny her, but I do pout the entire way, taking the phone with me as I do.

“She’s kicking us out,” I complain, as I close the bathroom door behind me.

“Technically, she just kicked you out.”

“If I don’t get sexy shower time, neither do you,” I huff, as I flop back onto her bed, resting one of my arms behind my head as I hold the phone with the other.

“So, how did tonight go?” Ronan asks.

My eyes darting over to the bathroom door before coming back to him.

“With my stuff or hers?”

“Both.”

“Mine is fine. I need Asher to pull his head out of his ass and lift his weight, so we have at least something to present to the Elders next week. She literally just walked in the door, though, so I’m not sure on her end. She looked sad when she walked in the door, but I haven’t had time to pry.”

“Well, pry away and then let me know what she says.”

“Shouldn’t you be a good and patient boyfriend and ask her yourself?” I say.

“I am a good boyfriend, not a patient one. Not when it comes to my brother.”

I nod my head. “Agreed. I’ll talk to her.”

“Or Asher,” Ronan suggests, forcing me to choke out a laugh.

“You’re joking, right? We’ve hardly made eye contact since the other night, let alone talked. I tell you what, man. For a guy that claims to hate his fiancée, he sure is possessive over her.”

Ronan scoffs. “He sees her like a possession, a prize he’s earned, and his best friend is holding it before he’s even had a chance. You can’t really blame him.”

“Yeah, well wait until he finds out his uncle licked it first, I mean held,” I say, with a forced smile.

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