Page 90 of Arranged Hearts


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“And I am your boss,” I remind him. “You always seem to forget that, Lucas.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles. “But seriously. Get her out. I don’t want her in here.”

“That’s a no.”

“Fucking hell.” He picks up his phone and storms out. I open the storage door to find Magina lying on the bed, reading a book.

She looks up when I enter. “He doesn’t like me very much,” she says quietly.

“He doesn’t like anyone. That’s just Lucas.”

“He’s always telling me to fuck off.”

“I’ll talk to him.”

“I don’t want to go back. I want to stay here.”

My hand scrubs down my face. “I’m seeing what I can do.”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah.” I turn to leave, but she gets up from her bed and grabs my hand. “I can help you, just so you know.”

“Help?” I ask her, confused, and she holds on to my hand tighter.

“I didn’t enjoy doing it for Scott, but for you…”

The door opens to reveal Adora. Her eyes lock on to Magina’s hand holding mine. I pull free from her grasp as Adora’s eyes go wide.

“Are you fucking the help already, Joey?” she asks, the venom in her voice potent. Her eyes leave mine and go back to Magina.

“You need to leave. Stop mooching, get your shit, and get out.”

Magina reaches for her shoes and slides them on. She looks to me for help, but one glance at Adora, and I know I need to keep my mouth shut.

“Lucas rang you?” I question.

“Damn right he did. He told me you needed me. Seems you don’t, though.” She turns to leave, but I reach for her wrist and pull her to me.

“Remove your hand, Joey.”

“No.” I hold her arm so she can’t escape. She turns, and within seconds, she knees me where the sun doesn’t shine. It’s not hard enough to make me cry, but hard enough for me to buckle over.

“Told you to remove your hand. That’s what happens to men who don’t listen.”

Magina pushes past us and walks out.

Smiling, Adora flips her long hair over her shoulder before she follows Magina, but not before I grab for her again and protect my junk with my other hand, kicking the door shut and closing us in.

“Joey,” she warns. “Do you want to lose your cock? We both know how useful it is.”

“You’re jealous,” I state, backing her up against the wall and caging her in at her sides.

“No, I’m not. I just don’t see why you had to step into a room with a woman who only knows how to give sex as a thank you.”

“I was helping her.”

“Did you want to help her with your cock as well?”

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