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Future Mrs. Edwards: I’m having a blast. You?
Grayson: You’re having a blast without me? I don’t like the sound of that. Where are you?
Future Mrs. Edwards: I’m at home.
Grayson: Alone, I hope?
Future Mrs. Edwards: Is there a problem if I’m not?
Grayson: Depends on who you’re with. I don’t share, Carlee.
Future Mrs. Edwards: That sounds a little bratty. Didn’t your mother ever teach you that not sharing isn’t cool?
Grayson: I’m capable of sharing things smartass, but I won’t share YOU.
The smile on my face is huge as I write my reply. I’m a sucker for this man’s possessiveness.
Future Mrs. Edwards: Wow, selfish too. Your true colors are starting to shine through now Mr. Edwards, and here I thought you were kinda perfect.
Grayson: I am perfect, sweetheart. Now tell me who’s there with you?
Future Mrs. Edwards: Relax caveman, I’m alone… folding laundry. When I said I was having a blast, I was being sarcastic. *insert eye roll here*
Grayson: Fear not pretty girl, your evening is about to look up.
Future Mrs. Edwards: Oh, are you going to send someone over to fold my laundry?
Grayson: Not just anyone. I’ll be there shortly. Save all the sexy lingerie for me.
Future Mrs. Edwards: No can do I’m afraid. All the sexy undergarments have already been folded and put away. I’ll leave the granny panties for you though. Okay?
Grayson: Fine. *insert a sigh here* A man’s got to take whatever he can get, but I’m confident you’d even rock the most unappealing undergarments.
Future Mrs. Edwards: Aww. You say the sweetest things. *insert another eye roll*
Grayson: Don’t force me to put you over my knee. I’m not above spanking.
Future Mrs. Edwards: Oh, now that sounds like fun. *insert smiley face and praying hands emoji*
Grayson: See this just confirms it, you’re perfect for me. *Rubs hands together* See you soon, beautiful.
Future Mrs. Edwards: *Slides down underwear and bends oneself over the arm of the sofa (ass in the air) in anticipation*
Grayson: Fuck, are you trying to kill me? *Breaks every speed limit in a mad rush to get to his girl*
His girl?Why does that send my heart into a flutter?
Chapter 9
Grayson
I pull up outside Carlee’s apartment complex in record time. I’m eager to see her again; she’s been on my mind all day. I would’ve reached out to her earlier, but Ashton came around my house after he left Emma’s this afternoon. He seemed spooked, so we sat around and had a few beers. I needed to get him out of his own head.
Initially, he was upset that I’d given Emma a lift this morning, but that’s a good thing. If he’s possessive that means he likes her, and if he likes her, he’s not as broken as he thinks.
I did him a solid and explained that her car wouldn’t start, and hinted that it would be the perfect opportunity for him to reach out. She’s exactly what he needs; he just doesn’t realize it yet.
Emma’s sweet, kind, and the polar opposite of his psycho ex, but I need to be on my game when it comes to my best friend, Ashton will self-sabotage and fuck it up if I’m not. This could be his fresh start, a chance to finally move on, and I’m going to fight tooth and nail to make sure that happens.
