Page 8 of Violet Craves

Not that I’m uncomfortable with it. I’m actually the opposite of uncomfortable. I’m happier than a goddamned bee in spring, but I can’t show them that. If I didn’t protest this even a little, I would look like more of a hoe than I already am. Well, I’m not physically a hoe, yet. I’m a hoe in training. A hoe-ette if you will.

“Why don’t you just call me Rook, Little Lavender,” he whispers in my ear.

WHAT. THE. FUCK?

CHAPTER SEVEN

Ohno,no,no.He did not just say that.

I yank my body away from his and look up at him. He’s grinning ear to ear like he’s in on some secret that I’m not privy to. Meanwhile, my heart is in my ass, my stomach on the floor, and I’m feeling very much like I’m going to faint.

“And these are my best friends, Mario and Zander. Mario’s the big motherfucker behind you and Zander is the one with the, what was it? Ah yes, a swimmer’s body? I think the description fits him nicely, wouldn’t you agree, Z?”Rooksays, still grinning like it’s his goddamned birthday.

I shoot out of my chair so fucking quickly that I’m surprised I’m able to keep my feet under me. My head flies in Lily’s direction and I swear to everything holy, I am 5 seconds from hulking out and flipping this table right now.

She gave these men my motherfucking manuscript and she is going todie.

The look on my face makes her smile drop real damn quickly and her hands fly up in some sort of move meant to placate me. Oh no, we are way past that shit. I move to step toward my older sister, claws out and fists ready when hands quickly wrap around my middle.

“Calm down, kitten. No need for violence,” Mario murmurs in my ear.

Without even thinking, my elbow shoots out and connects with his gut, making him huff out a small sound of pain. Please, I’m fucking tiny, that shit didn’t hurt. But the hit doesn’t have the desired effect and his arms tighten more snugly around me.

“Keep it up, I like it. Your anger turns me the fuck on. It will be so much more fun to toss you around my bed with your claws out,” he rumbles out in that thick, velvety voice of his.

This time, I can’t help it. I melt against him. Why would words like that have this effect on me? Must be my damage acting up again.

“Look, Vi, I’m sorry, okay? Please don’t hate me. It’s not that big of a deal. I saw them at the gym, and I brought up your book and I just told them they looked like the main characters and asked if they would be interested in modeling for the covers. I knew you’d never ask them so I did it for you. Then they asked if they could read it. To make sure they were cool with the books they would be posing for. It was a reasonable request, really. And, well, I had the mostly finished manuscript in my car and I let them borrow it. They already returned it and they love it. They want to model for it. Isn’t that awesome?” Lily beams like she’s done some big amazing thing for me.

Which fuck, when she puts it like that, I guess she has. But also, holy fucking embarrassing. They were never meant to read it. Never. I must look like a crazy stalker to them right now. They’ve obviously put two and two together that it’s based on them, since they are walking around, addressing themselves as their fictional names.

Oh sweet baby Jesus, I can’t even look at them anymore. Seriously, Mother Earth, God, or whoever is listening right now. Please just take me, let the earth open up, and swallow me whole. I’m done for.

But then I look up at my sister, who now has tears streaming down her face as her wife comforts her. Clearly, I still look murderous and my silence has only made things worse.

Lily really is sweet. She has always watched out for me and I know she was only trying to help me. She may be manipulative and pushy as fuck, but it’s only because she loves me. I feel bad now.Fuck, I’m way too nice.

“It’s fine,” I mumble, sinking further into Mario. Why? I have no idea, other than I like it here, plain and simple. His arms tighten even further and he rests his chin on my head. Why does it feel like I know them way more than I do, which is not at fucking all?

“It’s really not a big deal, little Flower. Your books were really good. Hot as fuck. We’re honored that you’d write about us,” Rook says as he tosses a few locks of my hair off of my shoulder.

“I didn’t write it about you!” I screech, protesting loudly. Probably a bit too loudly.

I pull myself out of Mario’s reach and turn to look at the three men. I’ve noticed that Zander is the quietest out of the bunch. Rook is the flirt and Mario is the dominating leader. Hmm, that’s exactly how I pegged them in my series. High-five to me for being such an observant boss bitch.

“Sure you didn’t. And we couldn’t help but notice the main female character in your book has purple hair and goes by the name Lavender. Weird, isn’t it? Your sister said your name is Violet which matches this pretty hair of yours,” Rook says as he rubs his chin as though he’s pondering the answers to the universe or some shit. I roll my eyes, fighting the urge to slap the smug look off of his face.

“And in your book, there were three men. They all were described to sound a fuck of a lot like us,” Zander grunts as he leans back on his stool, bracing his arms behind his head. The movement makes his button-down rise, showing a sliver of his lower stomach. His happy trail like a beacon for my gaze, his Adonis belt like an arrow to the prize. My mouth waters.

“Eyes up here, princess,” he murmurs with a chuckle. His voice is melodic, like honey and warmth. Not as deep as Mario’s or as easygoing as Rooks.What is it with these nicknames?

I shake my head adamantly denying their claims. It’s useless because it’s obvious. They figured out the whole thing and there’s not a goddamned thing I can do about it. Fuck it. Might as well embrace this situation. It must not bother them that much. They’ve gotten dressed and dragged themselves out tonight, clearly going along with my sister’s hair-brained ideas. I straighten my spine and face them head-on.

“And so what if it is about you?” I sass as I cross my arms across my chest, forcing my C-cup Sally’s to high Heaven. All three men drop their gazes to my tits and I internally pat myself on the back.

“Well, you see, that’s the thing, kitten,” Mario rumbles as he steps right up into my bubble, so close that when I heave out a breath, my breasts brush his chest. “That’s not the only thing we realized when we read your book.”

“No?” I mumble. He smirks and shakes his head as he brings my chin up with the crook of his finger.

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