His Trouble Maker

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 I even entertained the

maybe, if she saw another woman touch me, Jess might feel something again. But if it were her? If I saw Jess in someone else’s arms, laughing like she used

a year. But the moment I felt the bond

bloodstream–I walked. Didn’t ask for permission. Didn’t wait to be understood. I don’t give a fuck how it made Aria

Or it’s no one.

because your father asked me to be,” she says, like that name still holds

you were looking for a

I stop mid–stride.

Shoulders square. Jaw locked.

molars grind like I’m chewing

He said what?

fists curl at my sides,

course he fucking

manipulative bastard never

behind my back like I’m some broken thing he can

“Looking for a Luna?”

feet away, sitting in my office with her arms crossed like she’s trying to shield herself from

Grayson,” Aria purrs, tilting her head, letting her damn fingers crawl across

before she fucking convinces herself I’m still the guy

“Oh, feisty.”

I blink.

you?” she chuckles. “You

who aren’t Jess. It crawls under my skin. Makes me want to rip my own shirt off just to get

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so good,” she says. “So obedient. Always ready to please. Now 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

me like that again,” I

she says, her eyes drifting to my mouth. “There’s a storage room at the back of this hallway, Grayson. I miss our

That’s it.

I shave her back.

Hard.

wall with a thud that echoes

to put your hands

breathy sound that’s all

says, brushing her hair back from her face like I didn’t

My whole body stills.

Her smile widens–too proud.

“She’s your mate.”

snap to

Fuck.

she breathes. “I was

She laughs–low, satisfied, victorious.

were terrible at hiding anything real. That’s

step back

It’s enough.

her head, eyes