Chapter 110

Chapter 110 Brooklyn

The next morning, I reach over and grab my cell phone off of the nightstand, dying to see if Colsen texted me back.

I bite my lip, trying not to smile when I see that I have a message waiting. Eagerly, I click on it.

Colsen: So, has he finally let you out of your cage, Brooklyn?

Colsen: Of course I want to see you. Pick you up at 8.

My smile drops a little as I read the mention of Aden's name, and I sit back on my pillows.

It's not just me and Colsen's secret liaison anymore.

I drop my phone into my lap as I lean against my pillows to think.

I mean, it's never really been just me and Colsen, ever-Aden and my dad were always involved.

But that afternoon at the bar, during that gap in space and time with only the two of us in it, it was...well, it was really nice.

And, quite frankly, I don't like the idea that this is suddenly a triangle. Aden and Colsen, with me in the middle.

I want to have my cake and eat it too-to have both Colsen and Aden in my life, but to keep them in completely separate spaces when the reality is that I'm the pawn in their games, not the other way around.

Well.

At least for now.

I smirk and remind myself that I have Jolie in my back pocket, and that she's had loads of experience playing men against each other to get what she wants.

And she told me precisely how to handle something like this. If Colsen's going to bring Aden into it, then I'm going to double down.

Eagerly, I pick up my phone again and send off a quick reply.

Brooklyn: No worries, I'll come meet you wherever we're going. Can you send the address to Aden so he can arrange the car?

***

I come back from the stables that afternoon, the

upstairs and turn to my door, I stop

a black bow

bed and carry my gift to it,

box, I see that there's no bomb in it but...my breath ratchets up anyway as I lay my eyes on something equally

one note. I reach for

date, and then

home by midnight. I'll come and

the note,

lean back on Jolie's teachings. After all, I knew this

skitter

my teeth. "Come on, Brooklyn," I murmur to myself, trying

exhale sharply through my nose and get back to business. Because it was business, after all-I

my eyes and lift the first garment out

talk just moments ago, my eyes go wide and my

dress, so skimpy it wouldn't be out of place in the

looking at the cutouts on the side, the absolute bare scrap of fabric

cover my ass. Then I glance back down at the box and

en

even

DUMS

back and forth between

satin corset and lace panties that are still in the box and the slinky grey dress in my hands, realizing with horror that Aden

cheeks rush with heat as I figure out that Aden is sending me out to Colsen

wear on the

embarrassment turns quite quickly to anger and to steely

the dress, realizing what Aden

territory. Making sure Colsen knows who I really

"You want me

him pay

what I say to myself as I turn on my shower and peel off

reality of

goes quite as I plan in

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