Page 86 of Devilish Debt
“Wouldn’t mind them for dessert.”
“Entonces sé honesta conmigo.” He tightens his grip, prompting me to needily whimper.“Is there any part of you that’s willing to stick around after we’re finished and see where all this could go?”
Iwantto say yes.
Iwantto feel like I can say yes.
But I know him.
Or at least…I used to know him.
And his ways.
And people don’t change.
Not really.
Maybe for a minute.
Maybe for amoment.
But not forever.
Rarely forever.
The twisting in my chest tightens, strangling the words up the back of my throat, only to be cut off by a voice we both openly admit adoring, “There you are!”
Garcia glances over his shoulder while I simply peer around his frame at the panting younger male.“You aren’t actually out of breath, are you?”
“You’re far,” whines the guy we’re both crazy about.“And I…I…I ran the whole way here!”
“Why?”ponders Garcia in tandem with letting me go to face Zero.
“Because we’ve been summoned.”
“Summoned?”My arms fold defensively across my chest.“By?”
“Weslington.”
Chapter 17
Zero
When royalty invites you to a party, it’s rude to decline.
And when said royalty couldlegithave your ass dragged behind a carriage by the neck for war crimes against their country, it’s rude AF.
Doesn’t matter if you were taking a power nap because juggling the original task they recruited you for, a side project for someone equally as dangerous – because you needed their boat to complete the other project – and steadily fucking your partners like jaguars on a mating deadline is fucking exhausting.
No.
All that matters is you get up.
You show up.
And make sure you’re wearing the right drip so that you’re actually allowedinto said birthday.
Tonight’s shit is swimwear.
