Page 100 of Bitter Truths

Burying my face in his chest, I say, “I’d like that.”

“Good, because I already gave you the necklace,” he jokes.

“You must have regretted it all these years?” I ask, peeking up at him.

“Not really.” He shrugs, glancing away. “I always knew it was yours, even if I thought we could never be together.”

Shit. How much time have we wasted?

Grabbing his hair, I kiss him deeply, moaning when his dick bobs against my leg. I’m wet and needy, and eagerly I open for him only to glance around in confusion when someone rings the doorbell.

“Fuck,” he growls, pulling back and staring at the door with a scowl.

Laughing, I push him away, and he stands, grabbing a pair of sweats off the chair. He’s so beautiful, I can’t help but admire the view, including his yummy arms and rippling abs.

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back,” he rasps, and my eyes fly to his.

Smirking, he adjusts himself wickedly. I blush to the roots of my hair, nodding dumbly when he stalks forward and cups my cheeks before kissing my lips. I open on a sigh, and he licks inside before the bell rings again.

“Fuck,” he growls, pecking my nose. “I’ll make this quick.”

I watch him go before collapsing to the bed with a sigh. There’s an ache in my heart, but it’s the good kind, the best, and with a smile, I snuggle into his pillow. Am I really here? Is my Griffin truly back?

With a giddy grin, I scream into the pillow before pulling back and rolling my eyes. “Get a grip, Hals,” I mutter, only to sit up when I hear the high-pitched tone of a woman down the hall.

What the fuck? Whose ass am I going to have to kick?

Griffin’s low rumble follows, and with a frown, I grab the first thing I see and pull on Griffin’s shirt before stepping out the door. Of course, his clothes billow on me, but I’m not worried about what I’m wearing as I stalk down the hall.

Griffin and Miranda are standing near the kitchen. To his credit, he’s a few steps away with his arms crossed over his chest, but she’s touching his arm. My eyes fly over his bare fucking chest, and my skin prickles at her soft tone.

“Listen,” she says. “I’m sorry I freaked out the other day. I was caught off guard. Forgive me?”

She looks at him with her sparkling eyes, all sexy-like, and I open my mouth to flay her with my words, but Griffin beats me to it. “Miranda, you’re a nice girl, but I love her. She’s my everything.”

She slumps, her voice muffled as she rubs her lips. “Why? Why her?”

“It’s always been her,” he says quietly, shifting away from Miranda.

The ache in my chest becomes a crescendo of hope at his words and I smile until Miranda opens her damn mouth and rage takes its place. “But Max said she betrayed you. Is that what you want, someone you can’t trust?”

“Miranda—” Griff says, pausing when he sees me coming down the hall.

“How dare you!” I say between clenched teeth, ripping her hand off his arm.

She stumbles back, but quickly rights herself as I get in her face. Her pretty eyes narrow and she says with a sneer, “Me? You keep sleeping with him when you know he’s with me!”

Huffing out a laugh, I say, “Yeah, well, you’ve known all along he wants me.”

“Ladies—” Griff says, but Miranda raises her hand, shoving it in his face.

“Stay out of this,” I hiss, and with a bemused look, he steps back.

Miranda slams her hand on her hip and demands, “You’ve been shaking your ass in his face since you got here, all the while telling me there’s nothing between you. Did you fuck him?”

“Yes,” I say, bobbing my head, “because he’s mine.”

Her eyes flash, and she looks me up and down with a rude smile. “Really? Was he yours when he was fucking every other bitch but you?”

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