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Well,today just got a lot more interesting.
Abandoning my laid back position, I sit up straight.
There are few people I dislike more than I dislike Leland. He’s a sleazy prick.
Unfortunately, Aspen never seemed to see it. Until recently.
“I can’t fucking believe you!” Aspen spits.
Very recently.
Leland’s face can’t decide what emotion to display, so he’s stuck in this open-mouthed flounder expression. His lips smacking in denial before he chokes out the classically tragic line, “It’s not what it looks like.”
Aspen tenses like she might lunge across the room, so I reach up and grip her elbow.
She doesn’t need to resort to violence.
That’s what I’m for.
The woman who entered the room a moment before Leland takes a step away from him, her wide, stunned gaze bouncing between everyone.
I wait for her pretty brown eyes to connect with mine, and feel pleased when she holds them a half second longer than the first time.
It’s a shame she was foolish enough to get caught in Leland’s oily charm. She looks too pretty, too soft, for his slimy grip. And yet here she is, her big tits covered in flowers, her shiny blonde hair styled into gentle curls and wearing jean shorts like she’s the actual girl-next-door.
My sister shouts something else, and I watch the woman flinch.
“I never––” she tries to say something but Aspen cuts her off.
“I didn’t ask you, skank!”
My fingers tighten around Aspen’s elbow. It’s obvious this other woman didn’t know the fucker was married. But my sister has never been known for an easy temper.
Finally, plucking his balls off the floor, Leland opens his mouth to speak again. “Maybe if you weren’t always such a frigid bitch, I wouldn’t have––”
Oh, this stupid motherfucker…
I stand.
And he shuts the fuck up.
CHAPTER3
Savannah
When the man stands,I forget how to breathe.
He’s big. Like really big. Taller than… I don’t know. Way taller than my five and half feet. Taller than Lee-Leland’ssix-foot frame. And his muscles…
I wet my lips.
His biceps fill out the material of his sleeves, making the shirt look nearly uncomfortable.
My heart rate picks up even more when he takes one step forward.
I don’t know if I’m more scared of what he might do, or of the fact that he let go of his sister’s arm. Because she looks like she wants to kill Leland––and me––with her bare hands.
“Leland,” the man sighs, and I feel his voice skim across every inch of my exposed skin. “You’re even dumber than I thought. And that’s saying a lot. I know you’re not sleeping around on my sister and blaming her for it.” He pauses. “Withmestanding right here.”
