Page 59 of Silent Secrets

I snort, attempting to shrug before I realize I can’t while clinging to him like I am. I also don’t stop trying to check out his dick. Is it a weird thing to do? For sure.

But it’s better than admitting that I feel like an idiot for getting so angry that I’d tried to physically dominate a man twice my size.

“I’m just trying to see if you actually deserve all this big dick energy you’re throwing around or if you have tiny dick syndrome.”

“Are we seriously having this conversation right now?” Hunter sounds exasperated, but his hands duck down to cover his crotch.

My eyes narrow, but I lean back. “Whatever. Just stop being a douche.”

I drop off of his back, straightening my clothes as I step around him and give him my back. I hear him huff behind me but I focus my attention on Marcos, who is grinning down at me.

“Having a fun morning, kitten?”

I shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. “I was having a splendid morning until someone decided to walk in and interrupt—again.”

Marcos laughs, glancing at Caiden and Kai with a grin. I chew on my lip as I watch him, not sure how he’ll react since I’d basically admitted to the fact that I’d been involved in something with Caiden and Kai the day after I’d had sex with him.

Logically, I know that they’re all aware that I’m supposed to take four consorts, so I’d be having sex with more than one person. But logic doesn’t always play a part in jealousy. I guess this’ll be an excellent test of whether these men can share, because if they’re not, then I won’t be able to consider them.

“I’m sorry that Hunter ruined your morning, but I’m sure there will be plenty of other chances.” He moves in closer, lifting his hand to palm my cheek. “How are you doing?”

I shrug, not really sure of the answer. I’m freaking out over a lot of things right now, so I don’t think I can honestly say I’m fine—especially not after last night. But I also don’t want to seem weak in front of these guys, which I know is ridiculous. I don’t want to admit that for just a moment, last night made me want to run away and return to my boring life in L’Airid.

“I don’t know,” I say, deciding that honesty is the best plan. “There’s just so much shit that I’m having to deal with right now. I don’t even know what to focus on.”

“You don’t need to worry about what happened last night.”

Surprised at the gruff tone of Hunter’s voice, I spin to face him. I expect him to still look pissed off at me, but he gives me a small smile—surprising the hell out of me. I don’t know how to keep up with his mood changes. At least I have an excuse for mine—what’s his excuse?

Oh, right, he’s a dick.

“We’ll figure out who did it and, in the meantime, the four of us will keep you safe.”

“Why?” I can’t help but ask.

Hunter pauses and I see his conflict, though I don’t understand it. I don’t understand him. Most of the time he seems to hate me, but then occasionally I’ll catch him watching me or he’ll say something like this that throws me off, and it makes me think that my assumptions about him are wrong. Maybe that’s his plan—maybe he wants me off my game. I hate that I don’t know what to think of him or how to treat him.

“I know that I’m an asshole. I won’t apologize for that and it’s unlikely to change, but just because we don’t get along doesn’t mean that I want to see you hurt.”

I duck my head as warmth spreads through me. I hate what his words are doing to me—I hate that I care so much. I don’t want to care about him. It’s not like it’s my fault that we don’t get along. I haven’t done anything to him and yet he wants nothing to do with me.

Confusing ass man. Confusing asshole might be more apt.

“Grace brought you some clothes from your room. Why don’t you take a shower and get dressed so we can go have breakfast?”

Marcos hands me the stack of clothes that I hadn’t realized he was holding, and I shoot him a thankful smile.

“Then one of us will walk you to Grace’s office. From now on, you’ll have an escort to and from your lessons. One of us will be with you as often as we can and when we can’t, Grace will make sure that a guard is with you.”

I want to argue that I don’t need a babysitter, but it’s obvious that I do need someone helping me watch out for myself. With no idea who is coming for me, I don’t know how to protect myself. A second set of eyes can only help me, right?

So instead of arguing, I just nod as I look between the four of them. Can I trust them? I think so. And if I can’t, then who the hell am I supposed to trust? I need someone to be on my side, so at least for now, I’m going to put my trust in them. But if they fuck me over? There will be hell to pay.

“Thank you,” I tell them, meeting each of their eyes so they know how much it means to me that they’re offering to help me. When no one says anything, I scurry away. Some time away from them sounds almost as amazing as a shower does.

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