Page 9 of The Enemy of My Enemy Is… My Fake Boyfriend?

Oh, God. This could get messy.

She knelt down near the pile and stabbed at it, not making any progress.

Setting the bottle down on a shelf behind me, I knelt down opposite her and grabbed one jacket by the shoulders. "Here. I'll hold it still while you slice away." Words I never thought I'd be saying to anyone, let alone this woman.

She didn't hesitate to stab again, this time gaining some traction thanks to my help. She slashed and gashed and cut and shred, carving the shit out of Chase's designer suits, setting him back thousands of dollars.

And when she finished this pile, she grabbed more from the seemingly endless supply in her closet. Why did the guy need this many clothes to begin with? What a fucking peacock. Not that I was surprised. Nothing this asshat did would surprise me.

Except cheating on Aria. That actually had surprised me. How the fuck could anyone cheat on her? Even Chase.

She kicked the pile of shredded up suits to the side, then disappeared back into the bedroom. I thought about following her, but it didn't seem right somehow.

Instead, I went to the kitchen and disposed of the nearly empty bottle of vodka. Grabbing some water from the fridge, I wondered how Aria was still standing after everything she'd consumed.

I heard a loud thudding noise from the living room and rushed back to find a devious-looking Aria standing in front of a big pile of shoes. Men's shoes. Another fortune about to be destroyed.

"If I had a dick," she said, waving her hand around, "I'd pee all over this."

She turned a squinty eye my way, her narrowed gaze going straight down my body tomydick. Uh, no. I hated Chase with a passion, but I wasn't going to just whip it out and piss on a pile of his shoes in front of Aria.

Although it was kind of tempting. I had to admit.

"Willyoudo it?" she asked.

"No."

"Fine," she huffed, shoving her dress up to reveal a whole lot of Aria I'd never seen before. Just her bare pussy right there in front of me in all its glory. Apparently, Aria wasn't a fan of underwear.

Before I could think, she whirled around, and now I had a perfect view of her ass while she attempted to climb Mount Shoe. What exactly was her plan here? Was she really going to squat and take a leak?

Reaching forward, I grabbed her arm. "I have a better idea."

I cleared my throat as she glanced up at me. Being this close to a half-naked Aria was doing something to me I didn't want to think about.

"What?" she asked.

"Do you have a cart or something we can load all this up in?"

"Yeah." She nodded her head toward a closet by the front door. "In there."

Anxious to put some space between us, I walked to the closet and found one of those metal cart things that folded up, one that most people used for large loads of groceries. Why on earth Aria had one was beyond me. I doubted the princess had ever done her own shopping, not growing up with a silver spoon in her mouth and living off a trust fund.

I opened it up, glad to see it would hold a lot, and went back over to the pile of shoes, tossing them in. "Is this everything?"

"Huh?" She shook her head, glassy eyes clearing. "Oh, there's tons more in the closet."

To my relief, she wiggled the hem of her dress back down—goodbye, perfect ass and pussy—then helped me load up the rest of the shoes. I wondered when she'd ask me questions about my plan, but she never did. Not even when I followed her into the closet where there were more shoes. She tossed in some ties, watches, cologne, and everything else she could find of Chase's.

When she was done, she clapped her hands. "There. That's all his shit."

"All right. Good. Want to come with me or stay here?"

"Oh, I'm for sure going with you. Where are we going?"

"You'll see." I looked her over, still a complete and utter mess. "Do you want to grab a jacket or sweater or something?"

"No. Let's go."

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