Page 53 of Filthy Liar

“You’re a slut for that premium pussy. Have some control,” I scolded, pointing at my dick like it was his fault.

“Are you talking to your cock?” Zavier asked, making me look up to find him standing in the doorway with an amused look on his face.

“Yes. He needed a serious talk. What do you want? Coming to dry me off too?”

“You wish. Rae wants a grilled cheese, so do you want me to make you one too? We didn’t have dinner.” My stomach growled, making him grin. “On it.”

“Thanks, bro,” I chuckled, switching the taps off and grabbing my towel, quickly getting dry before heading into the bedroom to find fresh boxers.

A smile tugged at my mouth as I heard Raven giggling at something Zavier was saying, my chest warming.

Pretty sure I loved that sound more than the one when she came.

Raven

I fell asleep before the guys got home, only waking up when someone lifted me.

“Where are we going?” I mumbled as I snuggled into the chest I was cradled against, jolting slightly when I heard Ander’s voice.

“Living room to talk, Bluebird.”

“This could’ve waited until morning,” I growled, fully awake now. He looked exhausted, his arms tightening slightly to stop me from escaping.

How had the guys just let him take me out of bed like this?

“It’s four o’clock, so technically it is morning, and I can’t sleep knowing you’re upset with me.”

“So you thought you’d make me happy by waking me up?”

He sat on the couch, not letting me off his lap as he sighed. “I keep fucking things up with you, don’t I?”

“Understatement of the year,” I snorted, trying to pull away but he only held on tighter. “How about we start with personal fucking space?”

“No,” he answered, his voice softening. “I don’t love Blake, Raven. I get that I was a prick by brushing you off, I didn’t mean to. Blake being back means Stefano might find her, and as much as I know I’m not in love with her, that doesn’t mean I want to see him hurt her. Someone’s talking, he knows too much, so all it would take is for him to find out that she’s my ex-girlfriend and he could kill her. I just wanted her to go home to her sister where she was safe. Enough people are getting hurt because of me already.”

“What do you mean you don’t love her? Of course you do. You even told me you wouldn’t know what to do if she came back, and I saw your choice at the track last night. You pushed me away for her,” I said bitterly, his hand grabbing my chin firmly so I couldn’t avoid his gaze.

“I thought I loved Blake, but I’ve recently discovered it was just a really strong like. She had similar interests and understood me, so I misunderstood my feelings. I didn’t put on an act for her, she knew my personality and the dodgy shit I got up to, but she didn’t know the side of me that I was hiding.”

“Love is pretty easy to understand. It’s like a piece of you that you didn’t even know was missing is put back into place.”

“Yeah, I know. I got that feeling for the first time when I fell for you,” he said quietly, stroking my cheek. “I’ve never felt this strongly for Blake. I thought it was love, but what I feel for you is so much more. I’m scared of her getting dragged into this, and I should’ve just told you that at the track instead of freaking out and pushing you away.”

“I don’t?—”

“I can’t even do this right,” he scowled, moving me on his lap so that I was straddling him and he could take my face in both hands. “I’m trying to say I love you, Raven. I’m terrible at showing it, and I hate that I’ve made you doubt me so many times. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

“You really don’t want to get back together with her?” I finally asked after a moment of silence as I processed his words.

“I don’t. When I told you I wouldn’t know what to do if she came back, I honestly thought I did love her. The more time I spent with you, the more my feelings grew until it surpassed mine for her and made me realize I never loved her.”

I hated to admit that my heart hurt for Blake. She definitely loved him, and if she heard that his love wasn’t what she thought it was, it could really hurt her.

I knew how that felt because I’d thought Logan’s love had been bullshit too, and I thought I was fucking dying.

“I love you too,” I mumbled, pulling my face from his hand. “But I really can’t handle much more bullshit right now. In the past month, I’ve been hit by a car, lost a baby, lost the guys, my dad came back, I almost got raped, had to leave my home, found out my dad fucked up the mortgage, had people after me, seen people die, and had to deal with the fact that you’re a fucking mafia prince and it might get us all killed. Last night might not have seemed that big of a deal to you, but I’m on the edge, Ander. I can’t take anymore.”

“It was a big deal if it hurt you,” he promised, tilting his head slightly to watch me. “Blake knows I’m with you now, and that me and her are over. She’s not the type of girl to try and get between that either.”

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