Page 57 of Filthiest Of Them All

“Good, fuck off then, because I’m not staying with you tonight,” I fire back.

“Oh fuck no, she is not staying here,” Pope shouts. Alex snaps his head toward the five of them and frowns. All of their eyes widen, those pussies just got caught eavesdropping.

“Would you fucking idiots piss off and start arranging the shit we need done?” Alex hisses.

Halo groans. “But it was just getting good and you haven't even told her about?—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Alex snaps, cutting him off. Omen grabs the scruff of Halo’s shirt and drags him away while the others follow close behind. When Alex turns back to me, I eye him skeptically.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I push, his eyes darken and I know without a doubt me finding out he was offered the Vatel’s little bitches hand in marriage isn’t the only bomb he is going to drop on me.

“Devon has found us a way in.” My brows raise.

“That’s a good thing, right?”

He nods. “Yes, but you won’t like how it has to happen.”

I uncross my arms and skate my fingers through his beard. He smiles sexually and I allow him to relax slightly, then I yank on the strands pulling him to me. He growls and tries to break free but it is futile, I just tighten my hold.

“Tatum, I’ll fucking?—”

“You won’t do shit because you enjoy fucking me too much. You and I both know you like me way too much to get rid of me, so shut the hell up.” He grinds his teeth so hard I can hear it. “Start telling me the whole story or I’m going to start acting like a real fucking brat.”

“Watch your vulgar mouth!” he warns. “You always act like a brat unless my cock is inside you, then you suddenly become compliant.”

I release him and shoot him a bitchy look. “Not my fault the dick is good,” I mutter which just has him smiling. This time when he presses forward and rests his hands on either side of me, I sigh and wrap my arms around his neck and hug him. Just the contact from him has my anxiety and some of my worry over him leaving me for some rich princess easing. “Don’t choose her over me,” I whisper. His arms band tighter around me.

“Bambi, I feel like I can’t breathe when you’re not around. My whole fucking focus these days is you. You take the air out of my lungs every time you walk in the room. There is no chance of me choosing anyone over you.” He pushes me back and cups my face between his hands, then bends so we are eye level. “I’m going to need you to trust me, baby. Can you do that?”

I don’t even hesitate, “I can do that,” I whisper. He smiles then places a chaste kiss on my lips.

“Good. I need you to hear me out before you start shouting and cursing me out, okay?” I blow out a breath and nod. “I have to go to Chicago and you can’t come.” I roll my lips over my teeth and keep my anger in check.

“And why do I have to stay back?” I ask in a strained tone, fighting to keep my composer.

Alex exhales and his eyes take on a pleading look that has me turning rigid. The look in his eyes is putting me on edge and I don’t like it. It’s surreal how in such a short span of time I can read him and the worst of it, he has a power over me that I never gave him. He took it without me even knowing and it's scary as hell. He told me I had the power to destroy him but what he doesn’t realize is he now holds the same power over me.

“I’m meeting with Desire alone.”

He’s starting to huff and puff, he’s about to blow my house down, I can feel it.

Alexander

The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a butcher knife.

My muscles are coiled as I wait for her to explode. I keep darting my gaze from her to the cup sitting on the counter beside her, waiting for the second she reaches for it and launches it at my head. When she exhales and slides off the counter to stand before me, I don’t move. I stand here rigidly waiting. I feel like I’m waiting for one of my enemies to make a move against me when in reality, I think I’m more scared of the five-foot-five blonde standing before me who has no trouble bringing me to my knees whenever she so pleases.

She reaches out and places a hand on my chest. I flinch on instinct expecting pain. When she flicks her gaze up and I see the torment in her eyes my breath hitches.

“Okay.” The weight and anguish in that one word nearly flays me open on the spot. I attempt to reach for her but she sidesteps my touch. I frown but she shakes her head. “You need to close the door on your past before you can fully open the door to the future you could have with me.” When she takes a step away from me, I grab her arm, forcing her to stop but she won’t face me.

“What the fuck does that mean?” I hiss.

“It means you need to work out what really matters to you. You told me to never go out and flirt with a guy to make you jealous or you would kill him. Imagine how I feel right now, hearing that you’re about to meet with your ex—hang on, no sorry yourex-fiancée.”

I release my hold on her as if she burned me. “Tatum, this meeting with her is just a distraction—” She whirls around and faces me, her eyes burn with unfiltered anger.

“I don’t care what it is,” she yells. “Not only are you meeting with your ex, you’re about to kill my brother so forgive me for not being overjoyed by your plan, Alex.” She runs a hand through her hair in frustration. “A sibling for a sibling, right?” she says quietly before stalking out. I don’t attempt to stop her because no matter what I say, I won’t be able to take her pain. I grip the edge of the counter and hang my head, never before have I ever been so conflicted when it came to executing a plan.

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