Page 62 of Her Brutal King


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I shake my head.

“Then who?”

“It’s nothing important.”

She purses her lips, watching me closely with skepticism. Then she rounds her desk and hurries toward me. I lock my phone in a frenzy, already knowing she’s coming for it. Her hands reach out and I clutch it toward my chest.

“No,” I say through clenched teeth.

“Hand it over.”

She works to pry my fingers off the device one by one. I don’t fight too hard because she won’t unlock it without the code. She realizes that and tosses me a side eye as she returns to her desk.

“Vee,” I warn. “Give me back my phone.”

“Not until you tell me what the text was.”

She taps some more, then lets out a disbelieving laugh. “Really? I cracked the code on the first try. Ian’s birthday?”

“Fuck off,” I say without any true malice behind the words. I return to my work, not wanting to feed into her.

“Saoirse is inviting you to a party on Saturday.”

“I’m aware,” I deadpan.

“Does she know you’re fucking her brother?”

“Fucked. Been there, done that, no thank you.”

She rolls her eyes, waving a dismissive hand in the air. “Whatever. Does she know?”

“I don’t know. Probably. Considering I stayed in his room in the hotel that she owns. And got a massage with him.”

Vee’s eyes practically pop out of her head. “You didn’t tell me you got a couples’ massage with him, Samira!”

I roll mine. “It didn’t matter.”

“The party is on Saturday and your dad is still here. You’re going.”

I shake my head. “No. Absolutely not. No mixing business with pleasure. Look where it’s gotten me.”

Vee texts Saoirse back anyway. “I’ll go with you. I can be the buffer between you guys. Everything will be fine.”

I groan. “What if I just want to lie in bed all weekend and not deal with this?”

“You can’t hide from your problems; you need to face them head on. And I’ll be with you.”

“Fine, but if he shows up, I’m stabbing him.”

“If he shows up, I’ll stab him for you. How does that sound?” she asks, tossing my phone back to me.

Vee grips my elbow as she knocks on the front door of Saoirse’s brownstone. I’m holding the gift bag of wine, but the grip she’s got on me is to make sure I don’t run. Because if she didn’t cling to me, I’d be in my car and peeling out of the driveway.I don’t want to be here. Why did I let her talk me into this?

“I hate you,” I mumble under my breath.

She tugs me closer to her. “You love me. Without me, you’d be under the covers moping over a man you claim to have no feelings for.”

I’ve never claimed not to have feelings. It’s just that I’ve been very clear on what I can handle emotionally right now. I open my mouth to clarify that, but the door swings open, and I’m greeted by a brunette with a growing belly.Haley.I’ve never met her before now, but Saoirse has talked about her oldest brother’s fiancé. I haven’t met Callum either, but from what I’ve heard, he’s just as scary-looking as Declan when it comes to height, build, and tattoos. Damn it, I really need to get on social media and stalk these people.

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