“Your hands, they’re dirty.” I crinkle my nose.
He glares as he wipes the chalk residue on the burgundy rug.
I cringe even more. My poor rug. But if I had to choose between my rug and my heels, I’m going to choose the heels every damn time.
He raises his hands to show that they’reslightlyclean. Fine. It’ll have to do. I stick out my feet again, and he buckles them at the ankles while I text Connor.
I don’t fuck cheaters.Send.
That should get him to speak.
My phone buzzes, but the new text isn’t from him.
2 months and 13 days– Mom
“Who died?” Ryke asks.
I stare down at him with furrowed brows.
“You look upset,” he clarifies, fumbling with the last buckle.
“Worry about my heels,” I snap.
He shakes his head and lets out a short, irritated laugh before standing. “Finished, your highness.”
I smooth my dress as I head to the door. “Thank you.” See, I do have manners. “Try not to dirty the couch while I’m gone.” Translation:Go take a shower.
“Love you too, Rose,” he says with a tight smile.
My lips rise as I walk outside, down the brick stairs. The limo sits on the street, and I have to pass a couple guards to get there. He better text me before then.
Like he’s read my mind, he’s finally made a real decision.
Fuck. Kill. Marry.– Connor
He’d fuck Daisy.
Kill Lily.
Marry me.
He barely gives me any time to think this over before he texts again.
Lo, me, Ryke– Connor
Now I have to level the playing field.
And it’s pretty easy to do so.
Kill. Marry. Fuck.
I send nearly the same answer as him. Now I think I’m ready to meet his mother. I take a deep breath. It can’t be as hard as having to admit to fucking Ryke Meadows or hearing that your boyfriend wants to kill your closest sister.
This will be easy in comparison.
Right?
CHAPTER 39
