Page 30 of A Hurt So Good

“It’s for the gala, and I need to make sure it fits you,” she says. I nod my head and let the towel slide off me, keeping my back to the balcony just in case he’s out still out there. Then I step into the dress as mom holds it for me. She slides it up my body, and I slip my arms into the shoulder straps.

“What do you know about Jarrod’s boys?” I ask as she moves behind me to zip the dress up.

“They’re trouble. They don’t listen to reason,” she says as she tugs at the fabric.

“What do you mean?”

“Jarrod owns all these companies, as you know. He has nightclubs and things he’s opening all over the country. He’s always wanted his boys to be a part of it, but they refuse. They’redead set on making their own money. To be honest, it’s really starting to bother Jarrod. He just wants someone to hand it down to when he’s gone.”

“That makes sense. I mean, I see why they’d want to do their own thing, too, though. They’re kind of like me,” I tell her as she keeps tugging. She hums her response and comes to stand in front of me.

“This fits you perfectly,” she says, her lips pulling into a huge smile.

“Thanks. It’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it. Now take it off so we don’t ruin it,” she says. She moves back behind me and unzips the dress, lowering it for me to step out of. My phone chimes on the dresser, and as soon as she’s done hanging the dress in the closet, she leaves the room. I walk over and grab my phone taking it to the closet with me and checking the message.

Unknown: Someone has been a very bad girl with some very bad boys.

What the hell? Is this one of them? Is this War or Denz fucking with me? Harlon wouldn’t do this. Not a chance in hell, but the other two? But why?

I type out a message and send it back.

Me: Wouldn’t you love to know how bad I can be?

When the phone didn’t chime right away, I figured I’d won. I set the phone on the shelf and pull my clothes on when it chimes again. I almost don’t want to reach for it. I don’t want to look. Someone is spying on me, and I don’t know who. And Denzwasn’t helpful when I tried to buy a damn gun from him. Maybe now they know me better, they’d help me get one.

I pick the phone up and read the new message.

Unknown: Don’t play games with me! You won’t like the outcome!

A chill runs down my spine, and I quickly delete the messages. I take a calming breath and walk out of my closet to see Denz is back.

“Where the hell did you come from?”

“I’ve lived here off and on my whole life, Arya. I know how to get in and out undetected.” He smiles, and it’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve seen. I lick my lips as he studies my mouth. Then he walks closer, resting his thumb on my bottom lip.

“Your mouth can do some amazing things, can’t it?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yeah, actually, I would. I’ve seen what my brother’s got, and I think it’s about time you show me exactly what you can do.” His eyes dance with mischief, and that’s something I like to play with.

“Well, one day I might have to show you, Denz, but today isn’t that day. I have to go,” I tell him, running my hand down his chest and giving his hard cock a squeeze. I turn to walk away from him when he grabs my hair and pulls me back.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going? I didn’t tell you that you could leave,” he growls low in his throat.

“As much as I’d like to stay and play, I do have to go.”

“So later then?”

“Are you impatient?” I laugh a little as he presses his hard cock into my backside.

“Does that feel impatient? I want to fuck you so hard, Arya.”

“And you know what? I’d let you. But not right now.” With that, his hand loosens, and I pull away from him. I turn and give him a wink before I head out of my room and down the stairs. As soon as I make it to the bottom, Tracy is there waving at me.

“You ready?” she asks.

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