His Trouble Maker

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

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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.”

Pathetic that I

something again. But if it were her? If I saw Jess in someone else’s arms, laughing like she used

But the moment I felt the bond with

fire in 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 to, everyone else

Or it’s no one.

father asked me to be,” she says, like that

said you were looking for a

I stop mid–stride.

Shoulders square. Jaw locked.

like I’m chewing

He said what?

breath hisses through my nose. My fists curl

course he fucking

manipulative bastard

strings behind my back like I’m some broken thing

“Looking for a Luna?”

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

Aria purrs, tilting her head, letting her damn

her wrist before she fucking convinces herself I’m still

“Oh, feisty.”

I blink.

“You used to

Makes me want to rip my own shirt off just to get

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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

like

a storage room at the back of

That’s it.

I shave her back.

Hard.

hits the wall with a thud that echoes

hands on me and pretend it means something. You don’t get to pretend I was ever

A short, breathy sound that’s

her hair back from her face like I didn’t just slam her into a wall. “It’s Jessica,

My whole body stills.

Her smile widens–too proud.

“She’s your mate.”

eyes snap to hers.

Fuck.

breathes. “I was guessing.

She laughs–low, satisfied, victorious.

at hiding anything real. That’s why I

back without

It’s enough.

tilts her

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