Page 55 of Sinful Little Lies

“Hey,” she whispers, and I toss her a quick look. “I’m sorry I-”

I shake my head, “Don’t worry about it, pretty lady. You don’t have to say anything you don’t feel. It’s alright.” I throw hera quick smile and dig into the middle console for yet another preroll. Once it’s lit, we pass it back and forth until we hit the filter. I toss the tip into my ashtray filling up one of the cupholders up front, then pluck another preroll and repeat.

A few hours of excruciating silence pass by before Verena speaks again. “I wasn’t apologizing for not feeling that way about you, Grimm. I was apologizing for my reaction. I was stunned. It was unexpected. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t share the same feelings you do.”

The same feelings. I’m borderline obsessed. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do to see her smiling, succeeding, and achieving everything she wants out of this life. I’d kill a thousand Leos if it meant she was safe and unharmed from the universe’s cruelness. All I want is to tear down her walls, brick by brick, until I unearth all her darkness and set it free. I just want to see her grow into her true, authentic self. The woman she is, is just the beginning. The woman she’ll become, will be a fucking menace to society. She’s a goddess and I want nothing more than to worship her until my very last breath.

I don’t say anything because I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to say. I keep my eyes on the road and my focus on us getting home. I have no time to feel. The woman I love doesn’t share the same sentiment, and that’s perfectly fine. Very on brand for me, if I’m being honest.

“Grimm, I love you too.” The words falling from her lips make my heart race. It beats so aggressively, I question for a moment if she’s sending me into cardiac arrest.

“I’m not saying it because I feel like I have to. I’m done doing things that I’m not obligated to do. Thanks to you. So, I love you. Because I want to. Because I can. Because even if I wanted to fight it, it’d be impossible. I love you, Grimm. I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it until you believe it.”

Nope. No cardiac arrest, just the hardest hard-on harding it on in my jeans right now. We need to find a hotel, and soon.

Grabbing my phone, I hand it to Verena and instruct her to find the nearest hotel that’s animal friendly. There’s an inn not too far away from us, so I tell her to go ahead and book a room for the night.

Ten minutes later, we arrive at the hotel and park by the entrance. Verena steps out to stretch and I get a cart for our luggage. “Load the bags and I’ll check us in?” I rest a hand on her lower back and kiss the crown of her head. She smiles up at me and nods, my heart somersaults and my stomach does backflips.The way her eyes glint with love turn my organs into an olympic gymnastics team. She’s absolutely perfect. Don’t fuck this up, Grimm. Don’t. Fuck. This. Up.

Remembering my mission at hand, I dash to the check-in desk and ask the receptionist to upgrade us to the biggest room with the best view. An extra six-hundred dollars later, we’ve got ourselves a penthouse suite, baby.

I grab our key cards and meet Verena and the dogs at the front entrance. I direct the luggage and Flame, while Verena walks with Mística by her side. We reach our room, and when I open the door, the dogs creep in, smelling and inspecting the place before our entry.

Our little bodyguards, how sweet.

“Grimm, why’d you go so big? We’re only here for one night, right?” Verena asks, removing Mística’s leash before removing Flame’s as well. I push the luggage cart into the room and shut the door.

“Go big or go home. Since we aren’t going home, yet, we go big.” I answer, matter-of-factly.

The suite has a full kitchen and living room, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a view to die for. I set-up the dogs’ necessities,then snatch Verena by the waist and run to find our bedroom. She laughs at the unexpected ride, but we’re just getting started.

We didn’t get a hotel room because I needed a nap or a break from driving. I had her reserve the room so I could fuck her brains out. There was no way in heaven, hell, or any otherworldly land, that she was going to proclaim and profess her love for me and I wasn’t going to show my appreciation for her in return. I wasn’t kidding when I told her she’s a goddess. Now I’ll make good on my word and worship her the way she deserves.

Down a small hallway, there’s a double door that leads to a pristine, white master suite.I can’t wait to fuck this shit up with her.

Throwing her down on the bed as she giggles. I walk over to our bags, grab a few prerolls and a lighter, then trek over to the mini bar in the corner of the room. I whip us up a couple drinks, a Maker’s Mark and ginger ale for myself, and a Malibu Bay Breeze for my lady.

“Grimm! There’s a balcony! Look at this fucking view.” Verena exclaims as she pads to the sliding door and steps onto the lookout point. I follow her onto the balcony and set our drinks on the small table in the middle of the balcony. I bring the preroll to my lips and ignite the flame against the tip. The paper crackles and that satisfying first hit, sends a shiver down my spine and straight to my cock.

“I know. You’re fucking perfect.” I rasp, and she turns around with the sexiest smirk along her lips.

She struts over to me, her hips swaying back and forth, and slinks her arms around my neck. “Thank you so much.” She speaks softly.

“For what?” I ask.

“For the weekend getaway. For reuniting me with Mística. For saving me from Leo. For everything, Grimm.” She confesses.“I can’t tell you how much it means to me that she’s here, with me, with us. Liz said she would keep a spot for her at the shelter for as long as she could, but she couldn’t guarantee someone wouldn’t want to adopt her. When I dropped her off, she also spoke about possible euthanasia. So, seeing her in the flesh, getting along with Flame, it’s a dream that I can’t even fathom came true. I can go on for hours talking about my gratitude, but it’d be better to show you instead.”

Verena grabs my wrist and brings the preroll to her lips. She takes a drag and as she exhales, she interlaces our fingers and walks us over to the table. Verena places her hand on my chest and pushes me into the wide cushioned chair next to the table. Straddling me, she reaches for my drink, takes a small sip, then taps my mouth, directing me to open up for her. I do as instructed and she spits the alcohol into my mouth.

Holy mother of pearl. I think I just came in my pants.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Grimm?” She asks, her voice drips with the sexiest rasp. I could hear her speak about nonsense for hours on end. Her sultry voice consumes me, the second most addictive drug.

My erection tents my pants and she rolls her hips. I swallow and close my eyes, trying to restrain the urge to rip every inch of fabric from her body and fuck her senseless over this balcony.

I’ll show everyone who she fucking belongs to.

“The very best boy. Just for you.” I respond, my free hand wraps around her back, cupping her ass. She smiles and we each take a hit of the joint before she takes it from me and sets it down in a small black ashtray.

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