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 even entertained

touch me, Jess might feel something again. But if it were her? If I

and I were together for a year. But the moment I felt the

be understood. I don’t give a fuck

Or it’s no one.

here because your father asked me to be,” she

said you were looking

I stop mid–stride.

Shoulders square. Jaw locked.

like

He said what?

My fists curl

course he fucking

bastard never

back like I’m some broken

“Looking for a Luna?”

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

her head,

herself I’m still the

“Oh, feisty.”

I blink.

chuckles. “You used to be

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

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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 on

like that again,”

to my mouth. “There’s a storage room at the back of

That’s it.

I shave her back.

Hard.

back hits the wall with a thud that echoes down

“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

laughs. A short, breathy sound that’s all

face like I didn’t

My whole body stills.

Her smile widens–too proud.

“She’s your mate.”

snap to hers.

Fuck.

“I was guessing.

She laughs–low, satisfied, victorious.

you always were terrible at hiding anything real. That’s

back

It’s enough.

her head,

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