Page 41 of Until It Was Real

“Stop trying to distract me.”

I push up on my toes and get in his face. “Stop invading my privacy.”

“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I can’t help you.”

“Who said I need your help? Do I resemble a woman who can’t help herself?”

His gaze rakes my body and he coughs. “I didn’t say you’re helpless. I said I could help.”

“Wake up and smell the fire. I don’t need your help.”

“Oh yeah?” He cocks a brow. “Prove it.”

“I don’t need to prove anything to you. I’m not one of your brothers who enjoys accepting dares and spending days in bed with poison ivy on their junk.” I hold up a hand. “And please don’t ever tell me what happened. I do not want to know.”

His eyes narrow and I can practically see his mind spinning around over different ideas. When he smirks, I know I’m in trouble. And not the good kind either.

“I’ll tell Eli.”

Ice settles in my veins. I can’t lose this job. I’ll have to flee. Grigori knows where I am. “You’ll tell Eli what? You have no idea what’s happening.”

“Who do you owe money to?”

Crap. He does have an idea what’s happening.

“None of your business.”

“Don’t make me tell Eli.”

“Don’t blame being a tattletale on me. If you tell Eli, that’s on you. Not me.”

“Dammit Dakota, tell me what’s going on. I can’t help you if I’m in the dark.”

I throw my arms in the air. “I don’t need you to help me. I can pay my debts without Mr. High and Mighty helping me.”

“Do not call me Mr. High and Mighty,” he grumbles.

“Mr. High and Mighty. Mr. High and Mighty. Mr. High and Mighty.”

He growls before palming my neck and drawing me near. I slam into his body. He melds his lips to mine and I immediately realize I messed up. Because now I want more.

But I shouldn’t. I should know better. Men are assholes who will lie, cheat, and steal to get what they want. All while pretending to love you to your face.

No thanks.

“Let me in,” Rhett whispers against my lips and my panties dampen at the feel of his rumbling voice against my mouth.

Shit. I am in so much trouble.

Chapter 14

“Dakota is havoc on my control.” ~ Rhett

Rhett

“Let me in,” I demand.

Dakota moans before opening. I don’t hesitate. I dive in. She tastes of strawberries and sin. Damn. I fucked up.

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