Page 89 of Resisting the CEO (Dirty Hot Resistance 2)

“Get a room,” Jace gags from his corner.

“Get out,” I say sweetly.

He sulks.

I never thought that building a relationship with Jace would be this easy, but he’s slipped into my life as neatly as a glove. And where I’ve never thought of having siblings, in these past six months, his presence has become something sturdy.

I like having him around and now, I can’t imagine a life without him. It’s strange and unreal but it works. He’s also befriended Caleb to some extent, as friendly as one can get with Caleb. But the endless walls that the man I love has built around himself, I’m tearing them down one by one.

He’s still a pain in the ass. He’s still insufferably arrogant. He still likes getting his way. Most of the time, I let him. And when I get annoyed, I yank at his leash as he complains and growls, but he stops.

The day that he proposed to me ? the fifth time he proposed to me was while we were in bed and he was balls deep in me, my sanity ragged ? and he refused to move until accepted.

Manipulative little shit, I think fondly.

I don’t regret it.

I had been ready to say yes but the lengths he went to finally make me agree had been amusing.

We have an odd relationship

. It’s not perfect. There are up and downs. We fight at times, loud shouting matches which end up in vicious make up sex after which I can’t walk for an entire day, he ruins me so thoroughly.

Then there are days when he spoils me so ardently that I can’t help but love him even more. He’s patient, manipulative, aggressive and adoring. I found out that this mixture of a man has my heart in his grasp.

His laughter is rare but it is something he only shows me. His genuine smiles are reserved for me alone. And I cherish it all. How can I not?

“What are you thinking about?” His voice comes from behind me.

I smile, being dragged out of my thoughts. “About when you proposed.”

The leering smile on Caleb’s face has Jace narrowing his eyes, “You never told me how that happened.”

I run my fingers in Caleb’s hair, and smirk. “Well, it all started when Caleb talked me into bed one nigh—”

“Stop right there – Ew. I don’t need to hear that!” Jace’s face is red.

It’s fun having a brother sometimes.

It’s late when Jace finally leaves, voicing loud complaints about how his kindness has been abused and that he should at least be fed before being kicked out.

Heartlessly, I tell him to suck it up.

I’ll buy him lunch on Monday.

Alone now, I look around our new home and sigh in contentment. “I’m glad you didn’t want to move,” I tell Caleb who walks into the living area.

He circles his arms around my hips, grabbing my ass on the way, making me moan. “Just because we are getting married doesn’t mean we have to get another place. Besides, I thought you’d want to be close to Tracy and Max.”

My heart swells at how effortless it is for him to make decisions, always focused on my happiness.

“Thank you,” I murmur, as I loop my arms around his neck. “But if you wanted to move elsewhere, I would have gone with you. My home is where you are now.”

A tender expression crosses his face and he kisses me gently, lovingly then he pulled his lips from mine. “Should’ve told me that before.”

I laugh out loud.

He grins. “Now how about we christen our apartment, starting with the bedroom?”

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