Page 82 of The Deception: Hercules Valentine and I
“Like ‘I have boils’ Boyles?”
“Yep.”
“Poor guy. What the hell is wrong with parents? Got a last name?”
“I don’t, but he went to AIT six, seven, or eight years ago.”
“In Boston?”
“Around the time we met those girls at the grill.”
He’s silent. I know what he’s thinking. He hasn’t been able to get the girl Paisley was with out of his mind. A few days ago, when he confirmed that Paisley was one of the girls we met the night I thought I had sex with a stranger, he texted me later and asked for the friend’s real name. By the time I remembered to ask, I’d already figured out Lark’s true identity. I knew Paisley wasn’t going to tell me the truth, and I didn’t want to hear her lie to me anymore.
“Is this about the girl, Lark?”
I can trust Nero with this information. “Her name isn’t Lark. She’s Paisley Grove.”
“Grove? She’s a Grove?” he exclaims.
“Yeah… but…” I sigh.
“You’ve been doing her?”
“Like it’s going out of style. And I don’t want to stop.”
“Whoa… who are you, and what have done to my cousin?”
I chuckle as I wonder if the driver has already collected Paisley. I can feel my cock hardening just thinking about her.
One more time…
“I don’t know—there something about her. Always has been.”
“Oh, you like her.”
I sink deeper into my chair. “Yeah.”
“But she’s a Grove. Even I know to leave them the hell alone. And Orion—he still has a thing for Treasure Grove. You don’t want to be like him, bro, pining for pussy you can’t own.”
I close my eyes and massage my left temple. This is the part when I lecture him about reducing women to her sexual organs. I don’t want to own Paisley’s pussy, only. I want every ounce of her, and then I want her to live in my bed, too, with her soft thighs and ass against my cock. Damn… I should stop her from leaving.
“Hey, about that girl she was with—did you get her name?” Nero asks.
“No, but I’m sure you can find it now that you know where to look.”
“Yeah. I can. I’ll call back soon.”
He hangs up. I jump to my feet. My cocky is ready to go again as I hurry back to the other side of my apartment. “Paisley?” I call when I’m near the living room. I stop walking.Shit. I messed up. I’m supposed to call her Lark.
When I make it to the living room, she’s not there. I’m relieved. She couldn’t have heard me from my bedroom. Maybe she’s still in the shower.I’ll join her.
I enter my bedroom. I don’t hear water running. When I walk into my bathroom, she’s not taking a shower.
“Damn it.” She’s gone.
