Page 79 of Filthy Little Pretties
My hand shoots out, grabbing Laura by the wrist and removing her hand from my cock.
“As much fun as this isn’t…I’m good.”
I pull out my phone from my pocket and swipe it open.
“What are you doing? Let me blow you, but you can’t tell anyone, okay.”
Is this chick serious? I glance up, spying the address of the nearby Taco Bell. My thumbs speedily type onto my phone before answering.
“Laura, go find some self-respect. Get out.”
When she doesn’t move, I lean over and unlock the door, pushing it open, and stare at her again.
“Excuse me? I’m offering you head, and you’re kicking me out?”
“Yes. Your Uber will be here in two minutes.”
She slams the door and turns back. “I guess she was right. Trying on her shoes doesn’t make me Cinderella.”
My teeth grind together as I peel out, making a U-turn, and head back for the only logical answer to solve my problem.
Donovan Kennedy.
I pull into the lot to see that it’s empty; everyone is gone. Grabbing my phone from my lap, I dial Liam, listening to the ringing before he answers.
“Where the fuck did you disap—”
“Is she with you?”
“Who?”
“Don’t be an asshole. You know who.”
“That’s not your business. Take it like a man, Grey.”
“Don’t count yourWyet, Liam.”
There’s a long beat of silence between us, and I know he’s feeling the same thing I am—worry. Now I understand how empires are wagered and lost. Kingdoms destroyed. All over a woman.
“Are we good?” Liam asks, filling the silence.
“Yeah.”
I mean that. But I know it the moment I say it, not before. And I’m not sure how long it’ll last the further we fall.Just give up, Liam.
He gives a half laugh. “I won’t give up. You know that, right?”
Fucking Liam. Always manages to know exactly what I’m thinking. My shoulders rise as I answer, gripping the wheel harder as I pull out of the lot.
“I won’t lose.Youknow that.”
“You already did.”
The line disconnects, and I toss the phone onto the seat. Liam’s premature celebration doesn’t matter because I’ve gotten what I was after. There’s no fucking way she’s with him. He wouldn’t have said any of that in front of Donovan.
It looks like I’m storming the castle.
Pulling out into traffic quickly, I speed down the road, uncaring and aggressive, garnering a few horns. My middle finger raises as my speed kicks up, and I weave around people fueled by my mission.
