Page 40 of Ruthless Legacy

I’m breathless from the way he’s looking at me. “Fucking.”

“Mmm. Fucking, you say?”

“That’s right. I have needs.”

He walks past me, leaving me standing in the kitchen. Shit, I’m fucking this up. That’s what would happen before I met him. I blurted it out without thinking.

I don’t even know why I said it. Everything is so messy here. It feels like the longer I stay in this town, the more the people who think they own it try to stuff me into a mold of their choosing.

It’s slowly eating away at me and I’m just trying to hold on to who I am. I take the shot, straighten my shoulders, then go to find him. It takes a while to track him to the master bedroom. By the time I do, he’s already removed his shirt.

“Can you take me back to campus?”

He shoves his pants down his legs and slings them over the chair in the corner. “Get your ass in bed.”

“I want to go back to campus.”

“And I’ve had a long fucking day and want to go to sleep.”

Pulling out my phone, I say, “Fine, I’ll call a ride.”

He’s on me in two steps and snatches it from my hand. “No, you won’t. What youwilldo, LaReaux, is lay the fuck down.” He stalks back over to the bed, pulling the covers back. “You can sleep in your clothes or get comfy. That choice is entirely up to you.”

My mouth is still open as I watch him climb into bed and turn out the lights. I can’t believe this asshole. I didn’t ask him to bring me here. I shake my head and feel a bit woozy. The drinks at the bar and the shots are catching up to me. I stomp into the living room and plop down on the couch. I’ll stay here until I sober up a little, then I’m getting a ride.

I startle awake. The dream of flying through the air feels so real. “Shh. It’s okay sweetness. It’s me.”

“What are you doing? Where are you taking me?”

Pressing a kiss to my temple, Wolfe says, “Back to my bed, where you belong.”

He lowers me onto the bed and crawls under the covers beside me. “I don’t want to sleep with you.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re an asshole.”

I scoot away, but he yanks me back into the curve of his body. “I know. But I’m also yours.”

I lie stiffly beside him. “Why didn’t you come?”

“I did.”

“I said nine.”

He sighs, pulling me closer. “I know. Something came up. I got there as soon as I could.”

“You could’ve texted me to tell me you were going to be late.”

“I could have, if I’d had my phone.”

I turn my head, trying to look at him. “Where’s your phone?”

“Crushed into unusable pieces.”

I roll over to face him. I’m such an idiot. He said he had a rough day, and all I did was give him shit for not showing up when I demanded it. “What happened?”

“I got some difficult news and reacted badly. My phone was the casualty instead of the person delivering the news.”

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