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 the

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?

But the moment I felt the bond

felt it, like 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,

Or it’s no one.

to be,” she says, like

you were

I stop mid–stride.

Shoulders square. Jaw locked.

grind like

He said what?

fists curl at my

he fucking

manipulative bastard

my back like

“Looking for a Luna?”

She’s ten goddamn feet away, sitting in

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

herself

“Oh, feisty.”

I blink.

you?” she chuckles. “You used

being touched. Especially by women who aren’t Jess. It crawls under my skin. Makes me

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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 on her wrist tightens

touch me like that again,”

a storage room at the back of this hallway, Grayson. I miss our

That’s it.

I shave her back.

Hard.

back hits the wall with a thud that

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

laughs. A short, breathy

intense,” she says, brushing her hair back from her face like I didn’t just slam her into a wall.

My whole body stills.

Her smile widens–too proud.

“She’s your mate.”

eyes snap to hers.

Fuck.

she breathes. “I was

She laughs–low, satisfied, victorious.

were terrible at hiding anything real. That’s why I

a step back

It’s enough.

tilts her head,

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