Page 133 of Deceit

When I come out of the bathroom, Vincent is already gathering up his new clothes for the day and passes me to the bathroom with a stolen kiss from my lips, while Liam is still in bed. The guys have been keeping clothes and toiletries here lately because honestly, they are here more than they are in their own rooms these days.

A few kisses and promises of head later rouses Liam awake, and he practically springs out of bed, running for the bathroom.

“Hope you’re nice and sudsy, Vinny!” Liam shouts as he runs into the bathroom, promptly followed by him shouting out a loud “Ow!”

I smile and shake my head as I slide on a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. Since it’s Saturday and we’re just going to Ronan’s, I don’t bother putting hours into my appearance. The guys have slowly broken me of the idea that I have to look completely put together, all of the time. When three gorgeous sexy men tell you over and over again that you look just as beautiful with or without makeup or fancy clothes, you can’t help it, you start to believe them.

A knock comes from my door, and I frown in confusion as I open it. I’m surprised when I see Asher standing there, hair damp and tousled like he just got out of the shower himself.

“Hey,” he says, his eyes running over me appreciatively as if I was wearing a skintight mini dress.

“Hi,” I smile shyly.

I can’t believe we’re getting married tomorrow. It’s such a weird feeling. I’m in love with someone, several someone’s, and none of them are my fiancé. I don’t exactly hate my fiancé though, not anymore. I…I actually think I like him, but the fear of rejection far outweighs my desire to know how he feels about me in return.

“Ronan texted me,” he says.

I nod. “Me too.”

“Can I drive you?” he asks.

I can’t help but smirk.

“Since when do you ever ask? What happened to the demanding, ‘be ready at this time or I’m leaving you’ texts?”

He rolls his eyes, but a breathtaking smile takes over his face.

“I never said that.”

I choke on a laugh and nod. “You practically did, every single time. You could hardly stand to breathe the same air as me.”

His arm lifts to rest on the door frame as he leans down, until we’re practically at eye level.

“Things can change.”

My breathing stalls as my heart flips.

“Yeah, they can,” I say cryptically, causing him to lift a curious eyebrow as his smile shifts into a soft smirk.

“Yeah?”

I swallow roughly, my teeth catching the inside of my lip as I nod. His eyes lock on the movement, tracking me slowly before coming back to meet my gaze.

For the love of god just kiss me already! I think I’m going to die from the buildup of all this sexual tension.

He can’t actually read my mind, which is stupid if you ask me. I think things would be a lot simpler if he could or vice versa. Vincent comes out of the bathroom, drying his jet black hair with a towel, dressed in his black jeans and shirt that I’m sorry to say, look exactly like what he wore yesterday and the day before. My boyfriend is simple in his ‘I don’t have to try’ goth style. He’s still hot as hell, though, so I don’t mind.

“Little close to my girl, don’t you think, Putnam?” Vincent says as he steps behind me, slipping an arm around my waist as he pulls my ass back to him.

I scoff, smacking his chest but he doesn’t take his eyes off Asher. Vincent has been like this ever since Asher and I started getting along. I think he can sense things shifting between us and he doesn’t like it. He already hates sharing me with Liam and Ronan, I fear Asher would be his breaking point.

Asher being the arrogant asshole he is doesn’t budge an inch, in fact, I think he moves in just a hair closer as his eyes remain on me.

“I’m not hearing any complaints from her.”

The way his mischievous smile curves his face has a rush of butterflies fluttering through my stomach as I do my best to bite back a smile in return.

Vincent doesn’t say anything as Asher continues staring at me, that smile still in place when Liam steps into the room. His footsteps pause, as he no doubt takes in the scene before him.

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