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.”

It’s pathetic. Pathetic that I even entertained the

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 to with me? I’d lose it.

for a year. But the moment

my bloodstream–I walked. 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 know who you belong

Or it’s no one.

to be,”

said you were looking

I stop mid–stride.

Shoulders square. Jaw locked.

grind like I’m

He said what?

nose. My fists curl at my sides, knuckles popping one by

he

manipulative bastard never

strings 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

see, Grayson,” Aria purrs, tilting her head,

herself I’m still the guy she can

“Oh, feisty.”

I blink.

to you?” she chuckles. “You used to be

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

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presses into my stomach, fingers moving in slow, suggestive circles, nails dragging

me like that again,”

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

That’s it.

I shave her back.

Hard.

a thud that echoes down

fucking touch me,” I growl. “Not now. Not ever. You don’t get to put your hands on me and pretend it means something. You don’t get to pretend

A short, breathy sound

her face like

My whole body stills.

Her smile widens–too proud.

“She’s your mate.”

eyes snap to

Fuck.

“I was

She laughs–low, satisfied, victorious.

anything real. That’s

back without

It’s enough.

tilts her

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