since she stepped foot into my house.
“Patience, brother.” I clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Patience.”
Dale nodded, not responding. He was the fun and outgoing one, always joking and shooting the shit but his situation with Max had torn him apart. I could only guess the questions that traveled through his mind. But I was sure in time, everything would work out. It had to. For all of us.
“OKAY, GIR L, spill.” Brogan had nattered on in my ear about how I never told her that there was something going on between Asher and me. But was there even something going on? Did I want there to be? Yes, I did. What we almost did an hour before was proof enough that we were attracted to each other. And the orgasm he gave me … An ache formed between my legs, making me squirm.
My neck burned. I looked up, catching Asher glancing my way.
His eyes darkened, a small smirk forming on his handsome face.
Would he always know when he turned me on? Was that normal? Maybe we were so in tune with each other that we could sense these things.
“Nothing is going on.” My cheeks heated but I quickly continued before Brogan made a scene, embarrassing me further. “But you would be the first to know if there was.”
“Then why is he being all sweet to you and kissing you on the head? And now he’s looking at you like he wants to devour your soul. Did something happen? Something did. Didn’t it?”
There was no point denying it. “Maybe.”
“That’s why he’s being nice,” she said a little too loudly.
“Seriously, bro?”
She laughed when everyone looked our way.
“But that’s not the reason he’s being nice.” But it was nice getting the unexpected attention from him even though we weren’t alone. It let me realize that he didn’t care who saw. Whatever reason he had for the way he was acting, it made my heart sore and my body heat up. He had always been sweet to me over the years. I was the only one who knew the real Asher Donovan and the only one who could handle his temper. Now that he was older, he had a better control of his feelings but I knew a slow storm was brewing before he would explode again. It was only a matter of time.
“Well, either way, you two look cute together.” Brogan smiled, crossing her legs.
I opened my mouth to respond when Jay came into view. My heart jumped when she sat beside me.
“I’m still pissed at you. I probably will be for a while. But I have a boyfriend who loves me and wants me happy and not having my sisters at my back makes me very upset.” Jay raised her hand, stopping me from interrupting her. “I love you. I love all of you. You’re my life and now Angel is a part of it as well. You have told me over and over why you did what you did but I still don’t forgive you. You used me. Even though you brought my sister home to me, you fucking used me as bait.”
My throat burned, and all I could do was nod. She was right. She was always right, and there was nothing I could do to deny it. I wanted to make it better. I needed to but all I could do was give her my best and hope she would eventually let me back in.
“Have we ever been close, Meeka?” she asked me, staring straight ahead.
“No,” I replied, automatically. “Why am I in the King’s Harlots?”
“Because you’re best friends with Brogan.”
I bit back a scoff, knowing it would just make things worse. “That shouldn’t matter. That shouldn’t …”
“What?” Jay turned to me. “What do you want me to say? That we can be all fine and dandy, go shopping and do each other’s hair after you used me?”
“Jay, I never meant for it to go down that way,” I pleaded with her, begging for her to understand. “Please believe me.”
She shook her head, rising from the couch, and headed over to Angel.
My shoulders drooped, my chest tightening.
“She’ll come around, Meeka,” Max squeezed my shoulder before sitting beside Brogan. “Just give her time.”
Time. I didn’t have
“Patience, brother.” I clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Patience.”
Dale nodded, not responding. He was the fun and outgoing one, always joking and shooting the shit but his situation with Max had torn him apart. I could only guess the questions that traveled through his mind. But I was sure in time, everything would work out. It had to. For all of us.
“OKAY, GIR L, spill.” Brogan had nattered on in my ear about how I never told her that there was something going on between Asher and me. But was there even something going on? Did I want there to be? Yes, I did. What we almost did an hour before was proof enough that we were attracted to each other. And the orgasm he gave me … An ache formed between my legs, making me squirm.
My neck burned. I looked up, catching Asher glancing my way.
His eyes darkened, a small smirk forming on his handsome face.
Would he always know when he turned me on? Was that normal? Maybe we were so in tune with each other that we could sense these things.
“Nothing is going on.” My cheeks heated but I quickly continued before Brogan made a scene, embarrassing me further. “But you would be the first to know if there was.”
“Then why is he being all sweet to you and kissing you on the head? And now he’s looking at you like he wants to devour your soul. Did something happen? Something did. Didn’t it?”
There was no point denying it. “Maybe.”
“That’s why he’s being nice,” she said a little too loudly.
“Seriously, bro?”
She laughed when everyone looked our way.
“But that’s not the reason he’s being nice.” But it was nice getting the unexpected attention from him even though we weren’t alone. It let me realize that he didn’t care who saw. Whatever reason he had for the way he was acting, it made my heart sore and my body heat up. He had always been sweet to me over the years. I was the only one who knew the real Asher Donovan and the only one who could handle his temper. Now that he was older, he had a better control of his feelings but I knew a slow storm was brewing before he would explode again. It was only a matter of time.
“Well, either way, you two look cute together.” Brogan smiled, crossing her legs.
I opened my mouth to respond when Jay came into view. My heart jumped when she sat beside me.
“I’m still pissed at you. I probably will be for a while. But I have a boyfriend who loves me and wants me happy and not having my sisters at my back makes me very upset.” Jay raised her hand, stopping me from interrupting her. “I love you. I love all of you. You’re my life and now Angel is a part of it as well. You have told me over and over why you did what you did but I still don’t forgive you. You used me. Even though you brought my sister home to me, you fucking used me as bait.”
My throat burned, and all I could do was nod. She was right. She was always right, and there was nothing I could do to deny it. I wanted to make it better. I needed to but all I could do was give her my best and hope she would eventually let me back in.
“Have we ever been close, Meeka?” she asked me, staring straight ahead.
“No,” I replied, automatically. “Why am I in the King’s Harlots?”
“Because you’re best friends with Brogan.”
I bit back a scoff, knowing it would just make things worse. “That shouldn’t matter. That shouldn’t …”
“What?” Jay turned to me. “What do you want me to say? That we can be all fine and dandy, go shopping and do each other’s hair after you used me?”
“Jay, I never meant for it to go down that way,” I pleaded with her, begging for her to understand. “Please believe me.”
She shook her head, rising from the couch, and headed over to Angel.
My shoulders drooped, my chest tightening.
“She’ll come around, Meeka,” Max squeezed my shoulder before sitting beside Brogan. “Just give her time.”
Time. I didn’t have
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