His mouth twitches.
Mine does the same, both of us pursing down our grins until I eventually snort out a laugh. It lures out his own chuckles, broad shoulders moving with the soft, rumbly chortles.
Sighing, he relaxes a bit in his chair. “I called the plumber, and he fixed it.”
“Good.”
The familiarity in the room fades too fast, and I don’t like it. ThisdiscomfortI feel in his presence… The inability to gauge him, or understandwhyit’s so important to me to do so in the first place. It all bothers me, because I can’tcontrolit.
I have no control over what happens inside me where he’s concerned, and it drives me nuts. And I end up taking it out on him, when Iknowit only pushes him further away…
Sound familiar?
Pajarito…
Clearing my throat, I murmur, “I was thinking…” going off-script, in an effort to regrow some of what’s been deteriorating for some time now, “the next time you purge, maybe we could—”
My phone ringing interrupts something I probably shouldn’t have been doing in the first place. Still, irritation bubbles as I hold up my finger.
“Yes?”
“Sir…” It’s Dom. He’s coughing, hacking up a damn lung in my ear.
I pull the phone away and grimace. “What’s your deal?? Jesus…”
Jonathan’s brows lift.
“There’s, um… a problem. A big fucking problem!” Dom yelps, frantic and literally gasping for air. “The club… It’s on fire.”
My lashes flutter.Please tell me he just means the club ispoppin’, orlitty, or whatever the hell the kids say these days…
“Did you say…fire?” I croak.
“Yea,” Dom grunts. “Edge is fucking burning down. As we speak.”
Welp, I’m back in Manhattan.
Less than twenty-four hours after I left.
Stepping into the charred remains of what was once my club.
That little fucking slutbunny, I swear to Christ…
I cannotbelievehe did this.
Okay, Icanbelieve it. I could tell just from looking at him that he was a complete and utter psychopathic catastrophe waiting to happen.
I just figured he’d give me chlamydia or something.
But a burningsensationwasn’t enough for Warren Xavier!No no, that sexy little menace had toburn my fucking club to the ground!
Burn down your own house, kill your parents, that’s your prerogative. But then you torch my sex club?!
That’s a low blow. And theday afterI fucked him to tears!
Jesus Christ, I’d hate to see what he does when he’sunsatisfied.
So, there you have it…Edge is no more.
