Page 54 of Little Devil

He gags and I burst out laughing, taking my phone out from my purse with every intention of googling him. He swings around the counter and I squeal, quickly jumping up to run away from him. He catches me by the waist and bends me over the back of the couch, tickling my ribs until I’m screaming with laughter.

“Give it up, princess.”

“Make me, rich boy.”

He tickles me again and I thrash against him, freezing when my phone rings in my hand. I straighten my spine and tap the button to answer it, holding his face away with my free hand when he tries to kiss me.

“Kian, hey.”

“Bitch, why didn’t you text me back?”

“I, uh.. sorry, I haven’t checked my messages yet.”

“Okay, well, I’m leaving Travis’ house now but I need to go home and grab my car real quick. Can I pick you up in a half hour?”

Shit.

“Um..” I hesitate, hiding behind Xan when I spot Kian walking up the driveway through the kitchen window. “I only just woke up. Can you make it an hour?”

“Okay, fine,” he chuckles, lowering his voice before he speaks again. “Hey, JJ?”

“Yeah?” I ask, craning my neck to look at him.

“Tell your new boy I said sorry for stealing you away so soon,” he teases, winking right at us before he slides into the passenger seat of Travis’ car.

I drop my jaw and he hangs up on me, probably laughing to himself like the bratty little fucker he is while Travis drives him away. Xan snorts out a laugh and I smack his chest, narrowing my eyes when he wraps his arms around my waist to pull me into him.

“This isn’t funny, Xan.”

“I think it’s funny.”

“What if he tells someone?”

“Who cares if he does?”

“I care.”

“He won’t tell anyone.”

“He’ll tell Trav.”

“Yeah, well, Trav won’t tell anyone,” he says simply, leaning over me to tease my lips with his. “You want me to give you a ride home?”

“No, it’s okay, I’ll text my driver to pick me up.”

“Why?”

“Because you need to stay here and feed Bear,” I remind him, tipping my chin at the bed where he’s still fast asleep on his side. “And walk him.”

He nods and presses his mouth to mine, sliding his hands over my back to squeeze my ass. “Promise you won’t read any of those bullshit articles about me?”

“Nope.”

He growls his frustration and I grin, backing away from him to grab my dress from the kitchen counter. I go to the bathroom to change and check my hair in the mirror above the sink, silently pleading with my stupid heart to stop feeling for the boy who’s not mine.

Not mine, not mine, not mine.

But fuck, he feels like mine.

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