AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"I didn't need any magical water to fall in love with Adalynn. I just had to see her to do that." His voice drops to a tone I know all too well. My brother may be an endearing drummer to the rest of the world, but he's still the same incorrigible asshole I grew up with if you ask me. "Maybe you should slip some to the desk clerk before you spank her. She might actually sleep with your ugly ass, then."
"You look just like me, you dick," I say, laughing despite myself. "I know big words are hard for your little brain, but identical means samesies, brother."
"Fuck you." He laughs. "I look damn good. You look like my left ass cheek."
"Get off my phone and stop annoying the fuck out of me. Some of us didn't get to retire before forty."
"Sucks for you." He pauses. "I only called to get your travel shit. Jules is bugging me for it."
"Why didn't she call for it?" I ask, brows furrowed as I move back to my desk to get him the info.
"She says she's mad at you for not staying with her and Dillon, blah, blah, blah, etc.," Razor explains. I assume theblahsare the parts he tuned out.
"I'm not listening to them fuck," I growl, dropping into my desk chair.
"That's what I told her. She said it was only one time, and it was an accident. They thought you were still in the shower."
"Once was enough." I shudder at the intrusive memory. If she didn't love Dillon Armstrong, I'd rip his balls off for putting his hands on her. Since they're married and have a kid, it's a little too late for that. But I draw the line at listening to him defile her. Been there, already need therapy for that. Not doing it again.
"Rather you than me," Razor mutters.
I quickly relay my flight information to him so he can pass it on to Jules, and then lean back in my chair.
"Why can't you text this shit like a normal person?" he complains.
"Because it's far more fun to make you write it down."
"Asshole."
I smirk, even though we both know that isn't why. Texts can be intercepted, and emails can be hacked. My baby sister and triplet nieces are in Silver Spoon Falls. There are evil people in this world, and we deal with some of the worst in this building every day. I'll be damned before they ever get their hands on my family.
"I'll get this shit to Jules," Razor says, and then he snickers. "You go do whatever you gotta do about your corporal punishment kink."
"I don't have a fucking kink."
"Whatever you say there, Spanky."
I bark laughter. "You're an asshole."
"Yep," he agrees. "Oh. What's her name?"
"Who?"
"Your girl, jackass."
"She isn't mine." Yet.
"Francesca Moore." I can't fucking wait to groan it while I'm balls-deep in her. Shit. What am I even thinking? I've never even set eyes on the girl, and I'm fantasizing about fucking her? Jesus. She's got me over a barrel here.
"Oh, goddamn," Razor says, howling with laughter. "You are so fucked."
"What? What does that mean?"
"Look her up."
With that, he hangs up on me.
I growl a curse and drop the phone to my desk, grabbing my keyboard. I quickly pull up a browser and type in her name, running a quick internet search on her. A Facebook profile and a few old news articles pop up. The articles look like graduation announcements and shit like that, so I skip them and go for the Facebook profile.
