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“What’s the probability of him getting close to our Ruthless Maiden again?”
“99%.”
That’s the one thing I like about Arlo.
He doesn’t bullshit anyone.
“You think you can get me an opportunity if I plan alone time with Dolcezza?”
“Whatever you want.”
That makes me smile with glee.
“I’ll pull the strings. You wait for the call.”
I don’t need to wait for his response. I know he has nothing more to say, so I hang up.
Walking over to the wall, I stare at the single switch that connects to far too many things.
The cameras, sensors, everything in this fucking room.
Looking back to the bed, I watch as my Sweet Dynamite is lost in the realm of dreams, so safe and comfy in her bed.
“Mr. Leighton wants to play a game.” I chuckle menacingly. “He’ll find out quickly that I’m the King of this fucking board.”
And soon—oh so fucking soon—he’ll see my Queen as she plays that ultimate move.
Checkmate.
32
BETRAYERS OVER HOES
~GEMINI~
“It’s exhausting hating you.” I’ve never hated someone so much.No, that’s a lie, but fuck. This man is getting higher on the fucking list.
“You don’t fucking have to,” Domino offers with a fake smirk, grabbing his glass of wine as if it isn’t seven in the damn morning.
“A shame. You make it so fucking easy,” I say with a snarky look of disgust. I’m already planning how to ruin this man’s life. That has risen on the list of my goals for the year after this morning’s workout, which was nothing but death.
If it wasn’t for Zander showing up out of the blue and offering me a power bar, I would have surely fainted in the bathroom.
I was seeing fucking stars.
“Pudding?”
I blink out of my internal plot of murder to acknowledge the cute dessert in front of me that’s surprisingly shaped in a…
“Bunny?” I gasp at the pink-shaped pudding with its whipped cream tail and tiny dotted eyes and mouth that look tobe itsy bitsy tapioca balls. “Zander Benedict, where did you get this masterpiece?”
“I’d take credit for making it, but then you’d want it every day,” he says with a pout of disappointment. “I saw it at the Leighton Bakery this morning. I made a special request for some sugar-free desserts. If you order around four in the morning, they’ll make you anything you asked for. Today’s theme was bunnies, I guess?”
I can’t hold back my squeal as all the stemmed anger in my system seems to fade away at the cute dessert.
“Sugar-free? Meaning it’s good for me?”
“Not too much,” Ares notes as he’s now behind my chair and lowering a glass of green juice. “Here’s a smoothie.”
