Page 62 of A Lethal Game of Trust
His boxers and top on, Dom bent to kiss me on the mouth and smiled, whispering, “Guess who’s going to hide in whose wardrobe now?”
The laugh that escaped me was horrifically dorky but I shoved him in that direction and shut the wardrobe with him grinning inside. I threw on a night dress, grabbed my phone, and opened my bedroom door.
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An Unlocked Kink
Leonie
Issy stood outside, straight-faced, mascara smudged only slightly around her hungover eyes. She peered in on her tiptoes. Thankfully, the pillows on the floor were on the other side of the bed, out of her view.
“Is he in here?” she asked, a hand on her hip.
I rolled my eyes and huffed out of the room, shutting the door behind me.
“Why were you on the phone with Jared?” she asked, folding her arms and pressing her ear to the wooden door.
“There’s no one in there, Is. He just called me last night and we had a chat.”
“You were giggling in there like a love-sick fool just now,” she said, gaze and tone sceptical.
“He’s a dipshit, but he did once have charm,” I said, going into the fridge in the hopes she would follow me further towards the kitchen area. And not into my room.
“And are you falling for it?” she asked, on the other side ofthe fridge when I closed it. I almost jumped.
I pulled out two glasses and filled them with orange juice from the carton. “Obviously not. I’m just trying to leave things on a… on a civil note.”
Her eyes were still narrowed.
I used my own to pointedly look her up and down. Her hair was a mess, matted at the back. Thoroughly fucked hair. I’d be lucky if I wasn’t the same.
“You need to get changed before Dom gets back,” I said.
She groaned, took one of the glasses and downed it, breathless when she resurfaced. “Where is Shithead?”
“He took a call outside,” I said slowly, trying to think of his excuse. “He didn’t want me to hear.”
“Work?” she asked and flopped onto the sofa. “God, I feel sick. I can’t hack this lifestyle anymore.”
“Uh, Mia, I think.” Why couldn’t I have just said yes?
She immediately sat up as I typed to Dom.
LEONIE: Going to get her to her room. Shut the front door. Pretend you just got in.
“Mia?” she cried. “He picked up a call from Mia?”
“About Ghost,” I said quickly as the feline ran his tail across the chair leg. “Yeah, something to do with Ghost.”
LEONIE: You’ve been on the phone with Mia out there. Ghost.
ANSWER: Fucking hell. Stop running that mouth or I’ll ram my cock in it.
I turned away from Issy, trying to hold my urge to smile and instead drink my juice.
“Come on then,” I said, thinking about poor Dom in my wardrobe, his cock hard at how I would swallow him down. Had he ever touched himself to the thought of me? Would he now? “Tell me everything aboutmybarman.”
She pursed her lips in guilt. “Yeah, sorry about that. Dom pissed me off and I just saw red.”
