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.”

pathetic. Pathetic that I even entertained

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

a year. But the moment I felt the

to be understood. I don’t give a fuck how it made

Or it’s no one.

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

were looking

I stop mid–stride.

Shoulders square. Jaw locked.

molars grind like I’m chewing

He said what?

fists curl at my sides, knuckles popping one

he fucking

bastard never

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

“Looking for a Luna?”

already found her. She’s ten goddamn feet away, sitting in my office with her arms crossed like she’s

tilting her head, letting her damn

her wrist before she fucking convinces herself

“Oh, feisty.”

I blink.

you?” she chuckles. “You used to be

my skin. Makes me want to rip my own shirt off just

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moving in slow, suggestive circles,

fucking touch me like

a storage room at the back of this

That’s it.

I shave her back.

Hard.

wall with a

don’t get to put your hands on me and pretend it

laughs. A short, breathy sound that’s

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

My whole body stills.

Her smile widens–too proud.

“She’s your mate.”

eyes snap to

Fuck.

she breathes. “I was

She laughs–low, satisfied, victorious.

hiding anything real. That’s why I

back without meaning to. Just

It’s enough.

tilts her

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