Page 44 of His Property

It’s fucking weird and completely out of character. It’s annoying.

“Green light,” Emily says, just as someone behind me honks.

I dart my eyes to the light and press on the gas. I glance between my phone and the road, clicking onto the app I have connected to the vibrating panties Mae is wearing. I turn the vibration up and quickly switch to the security footage.

Mae’s eyes are clenched shut, and she’s biting her lip. I wish I could turn the sound on so I could hear the moans I know are coming from that sexy mouth.

“Victor!”

Emily lunges toward the wheel, jerking the car right. I drop my phone to take the wheel and steady us into our lane. My phone slides on the floorboard, and I curse.

“What the fuck?” Emily asks, breathing heavily with anxiety as she falls back into her seat. “Pay attention to the road.”

“Sorry.” I toss her a glance. Her face is white, and I can’t help but smirk.

“Scare you?” I ask.

“No shit.” She locks eyes with me and glares before pointing out the windshield. “Eyes on the road. Now.”

I chuckle and go back to the road, but I bend and feel around for my phone.

“What is so damn important that you’re trying to get us killed?”

“Nothing. It was a text from Gabi.”

“Bullshit. You weren’t looking at a text thread, and you’ve been ignoring me since we left the pub.”

“I haven’t been ignoring you. I’ve been listening.”

“I stopped talking mid-sentence, and you didn’t notice. Please stop lying to me.”

“All right, you got me.” I glance down at the floorboard for a moment to look for my damn phone. I don’t see it. “One can only listen to you ramble on about your boytoy for so long.”

“Blade is my husband… You’re being an asshole.”

“Aren’t I always?”

“No.”

I feel underneath my seat and brush my cell with my fingertips, and the wheel jerks slightly when I stretch to retrieve it. I pull it from under the seat, and Emily snatches it from my hand.

“Hey, what the hell?”

“Pull the fucking car over.”

I hold out my hand. “Give me my phone back.”

“Pull the car over, and I will.”

I lunge for it, but Emily raises it over her head and presses her back to the window, holding it out of my reach.

I roll my eyes and jerk the car into a gas station parking lot. I park and Emily opens the glove compartment before tossing my phone inside. She slams the compartment shut and turns to glare at me.

“What happened to you giving—”

“Tell me what is going on with youright now.”

I sigh and knock my head on my seat. “Nothing is going on with me,” I say for what seems like the hundredth time.

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