Page 50 of Sweet Rule
“He does like excess.”
She struggles to hold the garment bags as she steps into her heels and snorts. “What gave that away? Publicly announcing I’m his daughter to a roomful of strangers or marrying me off in front of them?” I smile but don’t answer. I do come close to her and take the bags from her. They’re heavy. Packed with more than one or two items. She must have condensed them. “Thanks.” Honey’s voice is tight, begrudging. Like she’d rather she didn’t have to thank me.
“It’s nothing.”
She doesn’t answer me but finishes with her shoes and then yanks on a coat. “I’m sure Zeus isn’t going to let us leave without wanting to see us,” she says quietly.
“You mean let us know if our little show was enough?”
Honey stares at her feet and nods again. “I’m sorry that you had to marry me tonight. I’m sure it’s not what you would have picked.”
I stare at her. Anger fires in my chest. I toss the bags in my hands to the side and cross the room in three strides until I’m stepping into her space and force her back against the wall.
“Did you, or did you not, hear me when I said I love you?” I ask her. We’re pressed together, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. When she breathes I can feel the movement of it in my body. Her heart is pounding in her chest, the light pulse of it against me as the seconds tick by.
“I-I-” Honey stammers and then shakes her head. “I just, I mean, I know why you did what you did the first time.”
I growl. “I fucking told you. It wasn’t a job to me.”
She crosses her arms. A feat with how close we are to each other. She has to force her arms between us.
“Then why do you have a deed in your name for partial ownership?”
“I never asked for that. That was from day one and-”
“Exactly. From day one. How could you-”
There’s a knock at the door. The sharp sound of it cuts us off and we both look at it in silence. Honey’s the first to speak.
“We better get that.” There’s a nervous way she speaks. I hear it again when she adds. “Zeus doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
I catch her arm before she goes to get the door. “He threaten you?” I ask her. If he did, I’ll kill him. That is a given considering what he’s put us through, but swear to god if he put this tremor in my girl’s voice I’ll end that sack of shit.
“No. Not-I mean, he just. I’m just saying.”
“And I’m just asking. He threaten you, because if he did-”
“What? What are you going to do? Hurt him? Hurt him like you did me?”
I step back like she slapped me. Maybe she didn’t scratch and kick me during our scene earlier, but there’s anger here now.
“You didn’t use your safe word. What did I-”
“No, I didn’t. That’s not when you hurt me, Law.”
“Then when?”
She sighs and shakes her head. “Swear to god, Law. Are you serious?”
“Fucking deadly.”
She’s at the door and glaring at me. “I can’t believe you’d say that when you did what you did to me. When you played me, Law.”
I want to tell her not to answer the fucking door. Not until I settle this shit between us. Not until she knows that she was never a job to me and that I’ve never wanted the club. I’ve only ever wanted her. There’s another knock though. This time louder.
There isn’t time for that, but there will be later.
I glare at her but I grab the bags I dropped earlier. “We will discuss this later. Answer the door.”
