“Hey, be nice,” I said.
“You’re using my pillow as a cock shield, dick head. I’m not going to be nice. You owe me a new pillow.”
“This pillow?” I rubbed it against my dick.
“Motherfucker,” Cole snarled, his blue eyes flashing.
Rosalie got up and went to him. He immediately relaxed and stared down at her.
“Enzo heard you two fucking when he walked past. He-He thought you and I… he’s upset.” Cole stared down at her.
“Tell him to get over it,” I said. “I’m one of her guys now. Weird how those tables turned, huh?”
“Ani,” Rosalie warned softly.
I shrugged. “Just saying.”
Cole sighed. “I’m just going to get some clothes.”
He moved past Rosalie and went to his walk-in closet.
Rosalie widened her eyes at me.
“I’ll talk to him,” I muttered.
“Thank you,” she mouthed before leaving the room.
Cole came out a moment later, dressed in dress pants, a button-down, and a tie.
“Why are you still naked in my bed?” he demanded.
I shrugged. “I’m relaxing.”
“Your dirty ass is on my sheets. They’re Egyptian cotton, bitch.”
“Well, now they’re Anson certified,” I shot back. I’d been playing nice this entire time, but now I had him alone.
He shook his head as he scowled at me.
“I want to talk,” I continued.
“Not until you put clothes on.”
I chuckled at that and threw the pillow back, revealing my naked body to him.
“What do you think?” I asked, getting to my feet and holding my cock in my hand. “Limp, it’s probably bigger than yours.”
He stared down at my junk and scoffed. “Is that shit pierced?”
“Yes. Want a close-up?” I raised my brows at him.
“No, prick, I don’t. Put some fucking clothes on.” He glanced at my dick again. “Stupid, pretty fucking asshole.”
I chuckled at that. “Aw, you think I’m pretty.”
He scowled and looked away from me as I pulled my clothes back on.
“Why are you really here? Are you taking Rosalie and Ellis?” he demanded, his blue eyes wide as he looked back at me, his voice trembling.
