He taps the screen and, a minute later, holds the phone out to me.
“The app is pretty straightforward, but—”
“I’ll figure it out,” I rush out, taking the phone and forcing a smile. “You can go now. I’ll get dressed and come down to eat. I’m starving!”
He gets a look. One I don’t like. I don’t give him the chance to speak again and start pushing him toward the door.
“Now, Ghost.”
I put all my strength into it, but it doesn’t work. He doesn’t move at all.
He gives methe lookagain, but in the end, grants me mercy and leaves.
I watch his dot moving on my phone screen for a full half hour before I go down to eat.
31. Dot
Adora
“So, what do we think?” Mindfuck turns to me, hands clasped in front of him, smiling from ear to ear, fluttering his eyelashes like he’s trying to start a tornado in the middle of this absolutely fucking beautiful house we just toured.
He looks like the world’s zaniest real estate agent.
He’s even wearing a tie! The rest of him is clad in leather, but… there’s a bright yellow tie around his neck.
“What the hell is wrong with him?” Temperance whisper-yells from my right, the same weirded-out expression on her face as mine.
“Is he on drugs?” Ria whisper-yells from my left, leaning closer. “The bad kind?”
“I resent that,” Mindfuck snaps, pointing an accusing finger at her. “I’m just trying to be professional. And nice,” he mutters, patting down his yellow tie.
“Are you trying to be nice, or gearing up to kill us?” Temperance shoots back, hands braced on her hips. “Because from that look on your face—” she circles a finger in his general direction, “—we can’t fucking tell.”
“Fuck this,” he growls.
He loosens the tie around his neck, yanks it off, and flings it to the ground. The fabric is light, so it floats down softly, severely undercutting the dramatic moment Mindfuck was clearly going for.
He groans and looks up at the ceiling, frustration rolling off him in waves.
“Princess,” he says after a few seconds, wearing the most serious expression I’ve ever seen on his face. “You’re the one who matters here. Not these other two.”
He waves dismissively at Ria and Temperance. That’s a deadly mistake.
“Do you like this house? Does it suit your tastes? And most importantly — do you want it?” His brows lift as he smiles sweetly. “Please say you want it. I need it off my hands.” He leans forward, like he’s about to tell me a secret. “Also, I’d make a lot of money if you take it.”
He starts fluttering his lashes again.
I frown. “Mindfuck, I don’t have the money to buy a house,” I say gently. “I’m just looking to rent. And why do you need it off your hands? That sounds suspicious.”
“Let’s not beat around the bush, Princess,” he says, eyes narrowing. “You have Ghost money. Which means you have enough money to buy this entire fucking town if you wanted to.”
He rubs a hand over his jaw, and starts pacing.
“As for why I need it gone, I made a fucking mistake. When I moved here, I thought I’d try the normal life. White picket fence. Quiet nights. So I bought this beautiful abode.” He snorts. Stops pacing, then looks at me with wide, haunted eyes. “Turns out the normal life is boring as shit.”
“I spend all my nights at the clubhouse now. I want to party. Live like a free man. I don’t want to do yardwork. I don’t want to clean gutters. And I have zero desire to become a landlord. That comes with a whole other set of problems.”
He exhales. “So I’m selling. And your rich-as-fuck husband offered me double what I paid if you like the place and want it.”
