Page 59 of Illicit Heir

What am I doing?

Having what's mine.

She's not mine.

She was and will be again tonight.

Nobody answers. A burst of wind picks up, slapping against my cheeks.

I ring the bell again. The door finally opens, and Lauren gapes at me.

"Miss me?" I question and drag my eyes over her body. My mouth instantly waters at the thought of what's underneath her jeans and T-shirt.

She nervously glances behind me and frets, "What are ya doing here? Ya know ya can't be here."

"Then I guess ya should let me in, angel. Standing out here isn't safe, and ya know it."

"I'm not your angel, and I'm not letting ya in!" she declares, lifting her chin in defiance and pinning her cold gaze on mine.

I step forward, and she retreats. It takes two steps, and I'm inside. I shut and bolt the door.

"Get out. I didn't tell ya to come in," she snarls.

My stomach flips. I proclaim, "Now, why would I get out? Ya know ya want me here."

Her voice shakes when she says, "Ya have a lot of nerve." She takes another step backward.

I lunge toward her, and she retreats into the main part of the pub until she's trapped between the bar counter and me. She gasps and glares, her soft breath coming out faster.

I study her, my cock aching as a flush fills her cheeks.

She snaps, "What do ya want, Devin? Tell me and go."

"You and Caleb, huh?" I accuse, my voice full of disgust and the gnawing in my gut growing.

Her eyes turn to slits, and she looks as disgusted as I feel. She asserts, "I am not with Caleb."

"But ya were?"

"It's none of your business, and why do ya care anyway?"

"Who said I care?"

She scoffs. "Ya just drove hours to ask me about him. You do the math."

"I was in the neighborhood."

"Bullshit."

I ignore the truth and push, "How long have ya been with Caleb?"

Her tone hardens as she repeats, "I am not with Caleb."

"He's the one who choked ya, isn't he?" I blurt out, unable to hide my curiosity and needing the answer to one of the questions I've obsessed over for too many hours on a daily basis.

She glares at me. "Whatever happened between ya and me will never happen again. Ya lied to me. Ya tricked me. Ya set me up. I have nothing to say to ya, and my business is not yours to meddle in. Now get out!" She points to the kitchen door.

I press closer, slide my hand over her cheek, and her jaw trembles. She blinks hard, and her eyes glisten. I quietly state, "I don't think ya want me to leave."

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