“You sure you want to stick that in my mouth?” I challenged. “You might not get it back.”
I’d bite his dick off so fast…
“Enough.” Micha’s palm slammed down on the table, making the vase wobble. “God-damnit, I do not need to see your fucked up version of foreplay.”
Preston shifted his gaze to Micha. “Fucked up version? And what exactly is it that gets you off?”
Micha’s face dropped for a second before he shook his head. “That’s not why I’m here.”
What did he mean by that comment? Did Riley need help? What exactly was Micha doing with my friend?
Preston let go of my hair as I narrowed my glare on Micha.
“Listen up, Marnie.” Micha’s eyes rolled back to me. “As you know, Riley is pregnant and trying to plan a wedding. So you can imagine my home life is less than desirable.”
I could see that. Honestly, I was surprised Micha wasn’t limping around. Riley was vicious on a good day. I was kind of disappointed he was walking at all. Micha Kessler didn’t deserve her.
“And?”
“And…” He braced his forearms on the table and leaned forward. “I need to know if you’re going to be a problem.”
It disgusted me how much he reminded me of his father. I’d taught a lesson to a few deserving people. But Louis Kessler…he was my title match. A hatred that I might’ve been able to hold onto if the arm beside me didn’t start moving. Heat flooded into my cheeks as realization hit me. Preston was jerking off. Right there in front of Micha. I didn’t want to see that.
Did I?
My eyes slowly slid to the side before I stopped myself and snapped my attention back to the man who didn’t have his hand on his genitals.
“I’ll repeat the question,” Micha said when I didn’t respond. “Are you going to be a problem?”
Know what was a problem? The soft grunts that were invading my ears.
I cleared my throat while shifting to a more comfortable position. “Does the phrase ‘thorn in my side’ ring any bells?”
Micha tipped his head as I followed his lead and leaned in.
“The second I get out of here,” I started. “You’ll learn the true meaning behind that saying.”
The arch in his brow deepened like he was shocked I dared to say anything like that to him. No one talked to a Kessler that way. They ruled this town, but they didn’t rule me. And I meant every word I said.
“I don’t think you understand the situation—”
“Oh, I understand. Don’t underestimate me, Micha. I will rip that pretty little rug out from under you faster than you can blink.”
He did not like that. Though, I had to say the tick in his jaw filled me with satisfaction, which I would’ve enjoyed more with fewer distractions.
“Is she always this difficult?”
I tugged on the collar of my stolen shirt and rolled my neck.
Did someone turn up the heat?
“She’s just practicing the art of seduction.” Preston’s gray eyes swung my way. “Isn’t that right, Little Bird?”
Did Preston always sound that gravelly?
While Micha was confused, I caught onto Preston’s jab.
“Ha, ha. Very funny.”
