His Trouble Maker

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

GRAYSON

I don’t just want to kiss Jessica Wilkinson.

I want to ruin her. Slowly. Thoroughly.

God, the things I’d do to her… she’d beg me to stop, then beg me not to.

And that’s before I even get her naked.

My cock’s been throbbing since the second she walked in.

Sitting in my office like sin wrapped in silk-

If Aria wasn’t in the next room, I’d already have her pinned to the damn desk, swallowing her moans between my teeth.

“Is she jealous?” Aria asks, eyes locked on the office door like she’s trying to see through it.

Tch.

My jaw twitches.

Fucking wish she was.

At least jealousy would mean she felt something.

Anything. Even hate would be easier than this silence.

Honestly? I’m just glad Jess showed up.

Rogues hit, and I got delayed. Couldn’t get to her. Whole time, my chest stayed tight like my lungs forgot how to work.

If something had happened to her mom that day…

I wouldn’t have forgiven myself.

“Grayson?”

My head snaps.

Aria’s bluffing. I see it in her posture. That little smirk. That fake confidence.

We ran into each other once last week and now she thinks she can toss out “babe” in front of Jess like she has a claim.

“Don’t do that again,” I say, voice low, even.

Her brows lift. “Do what?”

“Use that name again in front of Jess and I’ll make sure your tongue forgets how to shape it.”

GE.

She crosses her arms. Posturing. “It’s not like you corrected me.”

right. It’s pathetic. Pathetic that

it were her? If I saw Jess in someone else’s arms, laughing like she used to

for a year. But the

Didn’t ask for permission. Didn’t wait to be understood. I don’t give a fuck how it made Aria feel. Because once you

Or it’s no one.

because your father asked me to be,” she

were looking for

I stop mid–stride.

Shoulders square. Jaw locked.

like I’m chewing

He said what?

low breath hisses through my nose. My fists curl at my sides,

course he fucking

manipulative bastard never

strings behind my back like I’m some broken

“Looking for a Luna?”

not looking for shit. I’ve already found her. She’s ten goddamn feet away, sitting in my office

Grayson,” Aria purrs, tilting her head,

fucking convinces herself I’m still

“Oh, feisty.”

I blink.

she chuckles. “You

Jess. It crawls under my skin. Makes me want to rip my own shirt off

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you’re just… angry.” Her free hand presses into my stomach, fingers moving in slow, suggestive circles, nails dragging enough to leave heat behind. Her hand drops lower. My grip on her wrist tightens hard

me like that

to my mouth. “There’s a storage room at the back of this hallway, Grayson. I miss

That’s it.

I shave her back.

Hard.

back hits the wall with a thud that echoes down the

You don’t get to put your hands on me and pretend it means something. You don’t get to pretend

laughs. A short, breathy

hair back from her face like I didn’t just slam

My whole body stills.

Her smile widens–too proud.

“She’s your mate.”

eyes snap

Fuck.

“I was guessing. But that

She laughs–low, satisfied, victorious.

anything real. That’s why I knew it

back

It’s enough.

tilts her

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