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“You have five seconds to explain why you were trying to mug my mother.” His voice was bone-dry, but his eyes? Fuming. “Five.”
Luna squeezed my hand again. “Tell it to someone who cares, missy. I’m your dad and I make the rules. No chocolate. Or boys—after dinner or otherwise.”
I came face-to-face with the man who was deemed a legend at All Saint High, so much so that even over a decade later, they’d named a bench after him—Vicious.
🙄 three books and it has yet to be explained why this guy is so great…
“The man copied and pasted a Financial Times article to our site. We could have gotten sued, or worse.”
Honestly, he deserved to be fired. Vicious is 100% in the right here. Maybe a little psycho about it, but I would have reacted the same way.
“Edie will be working here for a while.” Jordan pulled me to his side again, not unlike a possession. “Says who?” Trent asked. “Says me.” “I haven’t agreed to that. None of us have.”
I was able to breathe in his singular scent, of a clean man and a dirty fuck.
Um…what?
I threw my briefcase on my desk, loosening my tie. “You have three seconds to take your feet off of my laptop.” Before I spread them wide and eat you out for the whole fucking floor to hear, I refrained from adding.
I’m going to get an eighteen-year-old kid fired because I’m too selfish to trust myself not to fuck her raw in her father’s office if she gets anywhere near me.
You’re not one to waste time, and you just wasted plenty of ours, so I am guessing there’s a plan behind your change of heart. Let me be clear—my daughter is completely off-limits for you. You will be wise to stay far away from her.”
“If I give you some, would you tell on me?” “No, no, no, no,” Camila interrupted, rushing toward us, her palms waving. “Her dad would kill both of us. Lord, no.”
“Yup, so good. Wait till you taste beer,” I snorted. “No need, since that will never happen,” a steel voice came from the entrance of the kitchenette and I twisted my head, my jaw slacking in horror. Shit.
“What kind of four-year-old has never tasted Coke?” I accused, throwing my arms in the air. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” I put a hand on Luna’s shoulder, hoping she wouldn’t shake it off. She didn’t. “Seriously, what is wrong with you? She shouldn’t have it every day, or even every week—agreed. But not, like, ever? Why? Soda is awesome. It’s sweet and it fizzles in your mouth and it makes you feel happy. Right, Luna?” I nudged her. She nodded vehemently, and now it was Trent’s turn to stare at me, bewildered.
“Is pissing me off your mission in life?” His tone was a flat line on a monitor, dead and grave. I shrugged, not skipping a beat. “No, but it’s a nice bonus.”
Trent spun to face him and offered him a wordless frown that screamed fuck off. Dean continued, undeterred. “As your best friend, I feel like I should give you a fair warning. Hitting on your business partner’s daughter, who could practically be your own kid, is a bad move. We noticed you were in each other’s face from across the hall, and we all know hate turns into something else more often than not. So here’s my two cents—keep your crotches to yourselves, kids. Right. Fucking. Now.”
“I saw your exchange with Rexroth yesterday in the break room. The whole floor did.”
“No daughter of mine would be stupid enough to fall for his brute charm. I do know that, Edie.” He started slipping on his tie, tying it without even having to look in the mirror. I sat back, folding my arms over my chest.
“You can call it research, or blackmail, or Uncle Joe. The answer would still be no.”
Edie’s legs were still curveless, two straight toothpicks. Not very different from Luna’s. You’re fucking disturbed.
You said it, dude. This is getting creepy…
One of the guys, who was wearing a hoodie in the middle of the summer and deserved to die a slow death for this alone,
“Get in the car.” Her mouth fell open and for a second, I wanted nothing more than to shove my tongue into it. Instead, I pushed the door open wider, growling. “Now.” The tool she was about to spread her legs for was now directly in front of me.
He waltzed over to my car and parked his elbows on my fucking windowsill like he owned it. Ballsy. He was going to say goodbye to those balls if he wasn’t careful.
“I’m her boss. Who the fuck are you?” “Her steady dick.” He cocked his head sideways, smirking. “And I don’t like competition outside of the ocean. So I suggest you take a hike.”
Threatening to rat out an eighteen-year-old to her parents was some sort of rock bottom, surely.
“Hey, now, old man. Chill your calcium-deprived bones and stop treating her like crap, or I’ll have to kick your ass.”
“The only thing I’d ever apologize for is not getting to you sooner tonight. If I ever catch you spreading these legs for that tool, here or anywhere else, it’d be the end. Of you, of him, of everyone involved. As long as you hang out with my daughter—and that is what I expect you to do every Tuesday when she arrives at work with me—you’ll be celibate. You can grind yourself against the showerhead while you think about my cock inside of you, and you can play with your clit wishing it was my mouth, but no more fucking Bane, understood?”
“How’s our little friend, Bane, doing?” He changed the subject.
“There’s nothing little about him, and he is good. So, so good.”
The second they left the elevator and the doors closed, Trent spun in my direction and slammed my body into the silver wall, and not the way I’d imagined. He didn’t even touch me. He pinned his arms on each side of my head, staring down at me. “Time to cut the bullshit. Did you fuck Bane this weekend?”
Who the fuck is Bane and how can I make him disappear without any grave consequences?
Edie Van Der Zee consumed me in ways only my daughter ever had,
Again, creepy!
“This conversation is as pointless as a tit-less chick.
Are there any good qualities to this prick?
She was surfing with her blond, very naked, very tattooed boyfriend. She had hearts in her eyes when he handed her beers at seven in the morning and cupped her ass like it was his beloved firstborn.
I stared at him blankly, not answering, because the only comeback I could think of was going to be my fist. Bane sounded fucking fitting. He was quickly becoming the bane of my existence.
“By the way, I have more nanny cams in this place than your porking buddy Bane has tats, piercings, and STDs combined, so stay out of my shit,”
Then before we knew it, it was ten o’clock and bedtime became non-negotiable, because I was pretty sure Trent would hang me from his balcony if he found us still hanging out in the living room when he got home.
Bane Are you coming to surf tomorrow? Unknown If she comes with you tomorrow, I want her grandmother to be there.
I was one step away from a restraining order, but it was hard not to look.
I feel like this sums up this book perfectly
“Hello, Edie’s G-spot,” he murmured into my ear, rubbing the spot furiously. I think I had a mini-orgasm just having him do that to me. I groaned loudly when his fingers curled inside me, rubbing at the sensitive place. “I’ve a feeling you and I are going to see a shit-ton of each other.”
Wow, I could have lived without this line.
“I thought we’d agreed on no more Bane,”
Not only was he breathtakingly gorgeous, shirtless, and wearing running shorts, but his eyes told me he was going to kill someone if his orders weren’t followed.
“So fucking sweet,” he growled into my soft skin, sucking on my clit. I whimpered, clutching his head in both my hands and raising my hips to his lips to get more of this heady feeling. “So fucking mine.” “Sweet? Maybe. Yours? No,”
“Was there a question mark in my sentence? I don’t think so. Save me the bullshit about your mom and dad, Edie. You’re not them. And you’re not driving some unreliable piece of junk. You’ll be taking an Uber. End of story.”
who’d recently added to her collection of stolen items my ancient cell phone, my iPad, and every piece of crap document I’d kept in my glove compartment?
Sonya was cautiously in favor of the relationship, liking the idea of Luna enjoying the company of someone else, but worried that Edie wouldn’t understand the consequences of suddenly pulling away and ignoring Luna when she went off to college, got a new boyfriend, or fuck knows what. Fortunately, I’d blocked the boyfriend issue. She wasn’t going to date anytime soon.
“You’re mine, and you hate it. You’re mine, and I’m not a wave you can ride. I’m the fucking ocean. And every single day when you pull shit like stealing my iPad or my old phone or the fucking trash I keep in my glove compartment, you’re falling deeper. Tell me, Van Der Zee, do I make it hard for you to breathe?”
“You’ve had enough for one day, Edie. Your cum is all over my dick. I can eat you out if you want another orgasm.” Was I bargaining with her mid-fuck? That was a first. And a last. This chick wasn’t running the show, no matter how hard I wanted her tight pink pussy to milk my cock. “If you won’t, Bane will.” I heard the smile in her voice but couldn’t see it. Fuck it. She’d asked for it. Thwack!
never underestimate a broken person. We’re unpredictable, because once you’re broken—what’s one more crack?”
“Thank you for paying the shop, by the way. For fixing my car. I appreciate it, but I don’t need a sugar daddy.” My back was still to him. “Good, because if you call me a sugar daddy one more time, I’ll smash it back to the piece-of-crap state it was in before. This is not what we are, Edie. You use me as much as I use you.”
After Vicious had caught Trent and me making out in his son’s playroom, he’d asked us to try not to hump each other on his property.
