DECEIT (B723) by Hazel Grace (ebook reader for surface pro .TXT) 📕

begin to leave the room when I follow her out. My chest is almost to her back as we exit, and she feels me. Her whole body is taut and when we get far enough away and down the hallway, she whirls on me.

“What?”

“Mhm, Emmy, you know what I want.” I erase the distance between us, and she flushes pink like the flowers I picked out and dropped onto her front steps. “I want your boy toy gone.”

“Ah, you’re back so now we’re issuing out commands? Sorry, dickhead, but I didn’t get any text messages or phone calls while you were away.”

“I was giving you space.” I don’t know if there’s a rule for how much time has to pass for something like that, but I needed it too.

It didn’t mean that I magically disappeared as part of her life when I crossed the pond.

“Cool—“ She steps away, and I notice against the lighting above that she looks paler. “—then back off and give it to me.”

My brows knit. “You can fuck off with the attitude, Emmy because I wasn’t greeted the way I wanted to be when I got back. I’m not saying you should’ve thrown a party but at least showed me that you noticed.”

“Oh, I noticed. It was quiet.” I roll my eyes. “I’m not playing this game with you right now. I’m tired.”

My blood runs to boiling temperatures, and I ball my fingers into tight fists. “Keep mentioning that motherfucker, and I will kill his ass tonight, Ems. Watch me.”

“Didn’t you just hear what Ledger said?” she sneers. “No more bullshit.”

I snort because when it comes to Emmy, there are no rules. Just bad decisions and the best sex of my fucking life.

“Do you think I care?” I challenge. “What are you gonna do, rat me out?”

“No, I’ll maim you.”

A curl of my lips makes her scowl. “So you’ll be wrapping those pretty little hands around my massive cock while you take a dull knife to me?”

“Yep.” She meets my full-on stare and lifts her chin defiantly.

I lean in, smelling that peach scent of hers, and I exhale as I say, “Will you kiss me when you do it?” Emmy steps back but meets the wall. “Bleed out on those hands as you bite down on my lower lip. You want to inflict pain on me, Emmy? Make sure you tease me with that tongue, baby. I’m a fucking sucker for how you taste me. Just like you did with your rich prick.”

“Stop.”

“That’d be a first.”

Emmy scowls at me. “You done yet?”

“What’s wrong with you? Are you sick?”

She averts her gaze. “No.”

“Then, tell me—“

“Bishop!” Ledger bellows out, making Emmy and I both jump.

Motherfucker…

Without moving from my spot, I peer over my shoulder to find what Blue keeps mentioning as the Silver Fox, striding purposely in my direction.

“You’re on my shit list.”

I shrug. “I’ve only been back seventy-two hours.”

“And still a pain in my ass.” Ledger readjusts his suit jacket and straightens his spine to calm himself.

It’s for Emmy’s sake.

The old ass has a soft spot for her like everyone else around here.

“I found a good rehab facility for your friend, Camilla. She’ll be able to check herself out in sixty days, but…it’s a start.”

My eyelids want to slam shut but I coerce them to stay open, as to not show Ledger that I did not prefer for him to mention the woman that Emmy would surely lose her shit over.

The one I’ve been trying to tell her means nothing to me anymore.

“Thanks,” I gripe. “Kyson is taking care of transporting her.”

“She’s it, isn’t she?”

My brows knit. “She’s what?”

Ledger’s wrinkled features are a mixture of pity and still pissed off as I feel Emmy begin to slide away from me.

My fingers wrap around the belt loops of her jeans because I’m not trying to hide shit from her. I’m just getting Camilla help and distant from my fucking family.

When Emmy told me that she saw her at my house that night, setting off the alarms, it made it quite clear that Camilla didn’t receive the message.

Even though Emmy beat her ass, it was Em that I was worried about, not the blonde blast from my past. I never called and checked up on her but kept pining over my wife, whom I’m still in love with when I was gone.

So, when I took the job to Germany, I asked Ledger to help me out. I didn’t have time to deal with it, nor did I want to. Camilla required help with no one to do it for her, so I was doing my good deed for the year.

After this, I never wanted to see her again.

“The woman you left in Pittsburgh,” Ledger replies. “When you joined the military.”

I inhale a deep gulp of air before I nod. “Yeah.”

“Did you need me to send her—“

“No,” I carp out. “She just needs a nice place. Nothing more, thanks.”

Ledger studies me for a moment then bows his head. “Alright. Call me if you need anything else.”

He takes off, and Emmy’s hand latches onto mine. Her fingernails digging into the flesh of my knuckles.

“I said tease me with your tongue,” I complain, returning my focus onto the little fireball to my right. “Not your nails unless you’re running them down my back.”

“You stupid son of a bitch.” Her fist pelts into my gut, knocking surprise into me but not much pain because she doesn’t have enough room to cock it fully back. “Get the fuck away from me.”

“Now, Em—“ Her tiny palms slam into my chest, and she shoves as hard as she can. I allow myself a few steps away before I’m in her personal space again because she’s trying to leave me. “Listen to me, Emmy. I’m getting rid of her.”

She scoffs. “Sure you are. And when those sixty days are up, guess who’s gonna be checking her ass out and running right back to your house saying she’s changed and that she’s sorry. To take her back and that she misses you so much and I’m