Page 21 of Say I Do

The call disconnected. I shook my head as I loaded my coffee up with a little Irish courage. Hot coffee slid down my throat. I closed my eyes, savored the sugary caffeine laced with whiskey, and sucked in a deep breath.

I’d hoped that by the time I got off the phone, Harlow would magically appear. Since he hadn’t, and it was heading toward noon, it looked like I had to rouse a sleeping psycho who had tentacle dicks that now lived in my shower.

Fun. I love this.

Carrying my mug down the hallway, my stomach clenched.Shit, am I nervous?No, there was no way I was worried about a six-foot man who wore panties. What was wrong with me? I stuck out my chest, metaphorically grabbed my balls, and opened the bedroom door.

Harlow was sprawled out in my bed, his ass up in the air, still wrapped in those lace panties. For a guy, he had a surprisingly nice ass. It was round, juicy, as if it was waiting for me to reach out and caress it. I was sorely tempted.

I cleared my throat to dispel my insane thoughts. Leaning over, I flicked his bruised right cheek, and Harlow leaped to attention. He turned, landed on his ass, gasped, and promptly fell over as he groaned. A grin tugged at my lips.

Now that was satisfying.

Harlow glared at me as a string of Japanese slipped past his lips. I didn’t need to understand the language to know he called me every name in the book. When he was done, he flipped me off.

“You done?” I asked.

“What is your problem?” Harlow barked.

“My problem is we have a lunch to go to, and you’re still not dressed. Hurry up.”

I turned on my heels and left Harlow to complain. As I moved into my closet, I immediately noticed all my stuff was shifted around. No, it was more than that. A lot of my stuff was simplygone.In its place were Harlow’s belongings.

Heat raced up my spine as my jaw ticked. My closet had been laid out perfectly, everything mapped out to its exact spot. Enzo had worked hard on it, and once he was done, I fell in love with it. Now the thing was a mess.

“Something wrong?” Harlow asked.

I gazed back at him. He smirked. I moved further into the closet and collected my clothes. When I walked out, Harlow was bent over as he slid those lacy panties down his bubble ass. He tossed them to the side before he glanced over his shoulder at me.

“You really don’t like what you see?”

I took in the tattoo, the scars, the muscles that hid underneath his skin. He was lean, but there was power in him. My cock involuntarily twitched.

Fuck no. I wouldn’t stick my dick in him if he was the last man alive. I’m not even into dudes. Brycen was a fluke.

Even thinking about my ex made the wall I so carefully constructed slide right back into place. I walked over to my nightstand, ignored Harlow, and yanked my drawer open. It nearly flew out. Inside, my stuff has been replaced. Handcuffs, a gag, a knife, and, yes, another dildo. I stared.

“Are these sex toys or torture instruments?”

“Depends on how you use them.” Harlow chuckled. “Which would you prefer?”

My pulse raced. I straightened up, adjusted my pants, and turned on my heels. The grin on Harlow’s lips made me want to slam him against a wall until he slid down it and slept for a while.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re childish?” I asked.

“Oh yeah.”

I shook my head and swore under my breath. “Get dressed.”

“Or?”

I crossed the room. My face hovered close to his before I smiled. I had so many nasty, amazing, humiliating things in mind. If he really wanted to know, I’d show every depraved thought that resided in my head to him.

I pressed my lips against his ear. “You don’t want to find out,” I whispered.

I left him where he stood, speechless.Is he blushing?It would almost be hilarious if the whole situation wasn’t a complete nightmare. I glanced at Harlow when I stepped into the hallway, and he raised a brow. I slammed the door in his face.

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