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I turn to Bruce.

“I still need to use the bathroom,” I quietly say, noticing his tightened jaw and fierce glare aimed in the guy’s direction.

“Let’s go,” he commands and follows me to the bathroom. We get there and he signals to a lady dressed in black.

She follows me inside, which is weird, but I quickly use the bathroom and wash my hands. As I open the door, she says, “Bye, Lexi.”

Before I can respond, Bruce pulls my arm.

“That woman said bye, Lexi. Does she know me?” I ask.

“Yes. She is on my team and watches out for you and my brothers’ wives,” he says grumpily. It sounds like someone is still upset.

I remain quiet and return to join the ladies.

Chapter fifty-eight

Bruce

We enter the unit, lights on. Ice and I do a quick sweep of the unit. She goes to the fridge to get some water. I pull my tie off, take my shoes off, and toss my jacket. I unbutton two buttons on my shirt as I pull it out of my pants.

“Goodnight,” Ice says.

“Goodnight,” we both mumble to him.

There is tension swirling between us, even as we try to maintain a semblance of normalcy. I know she is upset about the way I spoke to that asshole, but I do not care. He does not get to wrap his arms around her, and I smile like it’s fucking okay when it grates on me.

“Jola,” I call out.

She turns to me. I beckon for her to come over as I take a seat on the sofa.

She folds her arms with an eye roll. “Let’s relax before bed, Sprinkles,” I say.

She walks towards me, kicks her heels off, and sits on my lap, straddling me. Her dress falls behind her. I hold her waist to steady her as she bends to kiss me slowly, her tongue clouding my mind with desire. My hands roam her body and pull her closer. She suddenly pulls back. My brow rises, questioning her move.

“You know you can’t do that,” I say. She smiles, locks gaze with me, and my heart swells with happiness.

“I want to talk to you about something.” Her voice is soft. I raise a brow at her velvety tone.

She wants something, and she already knows how to weaken me.

“You are not going anywhere without my say so,” I state matter-of-factly. No amount of weakened senses will make me put her in danger.

“I have no destination plans,” she whispers and starts to rain kisses on my neck as she slowly grinds her ass in a dry hump. I can barely focus. My dick is fighting to get out. “I want to discuss your bad behavior tonight.” Her voice velvety

My mind screeches to a halt as I swiftly roll her onto her back on the sofa. I am on top of her fast.

“No one touches my woman,” I state sternly.

Her left hand reaches to gently touch my face.

“He was not trying to be disrespectful. He had his hands on me because I stumbled and he caught me to prevent me from falling. We both know I can be clumsy sometimes.”

“He still had his hands on you afterwards,” I remind her.

“Possibly a lack of judgment, Bruce.”

“Why then did he ask for your number?” My voice deepens with a scowl, but she is not afraid.