Page 51 of The Beast's Betrayed Mate
They really did like each other.
She smiled, still half-asleep, longing for the pillow more than anything. But rather than immediately falling asleep once her head was resting on it, she watched him undress. It wasn’t that she didn’t desire him but watching him undress without having the desire run rampant was nice. She didn’t want him to fuck her. She wanted him to fall asleep next to her.
“You okay?” she asked.
“I guess,” he murmured, removing his jeans and leaving his boxers as he crawled into bed next to her. “You?”
“I think I cracked a rib,” she said. “When Cora… sat on me. So, I guess, technically she cracked it.”
“Does it hurt?”
“A little,” she mumbled, her eyelids too heavy to keep open.
She slipped her hand over the sheet in search of his, lacing their fingers together.
“I’m glad I met you,” she said. “My life would be so boring if I hadn’t.”
“Oh, yeah, so dull,” he agreed.
“The worst.”
He chuckled again, and she scooted close to him, placing her head on his chest in case he did it again. She’d have the sound of it reverberating into her ear. The thought followed her into her dreams like a warm blanket on a cold day.
Chapter 15 - Peter
“I don’t think we should go,” Michael was saying, stubborn as ever.
“He’s going to turn, and he won’t know what the fuck is going on with him,” Mason exclaimed.
“Blake doesn’t want to see us,” Michael said. “He doesn’t want to see anyone.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Mason said. “It was before. Now is… now. He’ll need our help. Or at least he’ll need to know what we know. And if we’re going to go against dad…”
“I still think we should talk to him,” Michael said.
“And say what? How are we supposed to trust him? Trust that he didn’t know anything about this? He’s on top of everything so how would that be possible? Millions of dollars, hundreds of millions of investor’s dollars, and our dad isn’t aware that they’re there or that they’re being used for something like this?”
“I know,” Michael muttered.
Peter looked from one to the other, then said, “I think we should go see Blake. That’s my two cents, okay? No matter what else, he really does deserve to know what’s going on. And if he has a kid then he’ll definitely need the support. What if she sees? What if she loses her mind?”
“Kids are usually fine,” Michael waved a hand. “It’s the adults you have to be careful with. But fine, we go see Blake. It makes sense, I guess. To go in person. We can’t exactly call him, and I don’t think he’s had an email since the early 2000s.”
Mason raised his eyebrows in agreement. “Right,” he said. “Well, guess that’s settled then.”
The brothers shared a look, then both turned to Peter.
He looked from one to the other. “What?” he asked
“The famed Olive, huh?” Michael asked.
“The what now?” Olive asked as she entered the room, Peter getting to his feet with a look at his friends to, please, for once behave.
“Oh, he’s had a thing or two to say about you for the past four months or so,” Michael said.
“Choice words?” Olive asked.
“The choiciest,” Michael confirmed. “But there’s been this whiny undertone, you know? He really thought the world of you back in college. You used to wear a green sweater, right?”
