AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Jez whips around, and I follow her line of sight, curious as to what seems to have startled her. Color me not even a little surprised when a strange man comes strutting through the living room naked as the day he was born.
The two begin conversing as if his junk isn’t shriveled between his legs, and I move to stand where I can see their lips.
“You said you were single,” the man says.
“I am.”
“Then who the fuck is this?” he demands, pointing at me.
Jez’s brows dip, anger filling her expression. “He’s a friend, not that it’s any of your business.”
“The second I buried my cock in your pussy,” he says, grabbing himself. “It became my business.”
Nope. Can’t just stand here.
Striding toward him, I grab his arm and drag him to the door where I promptly unlock and open it to throw him out on his ass. After slamming the door, I stomp back to Jez.
“What the hell was that?” she asks.
“He doesn’t get to talk to you like that.”
As angry and flustered as she is, Jez throws herself at me, jumping to wrap her arms around my neck.
After a minute, she kisses my cheek, and I set her on her feet.
“What was that for?” I ask.
Jez grins, and her entire demeanor changes. “For not judging the situation you found yourself in… And for not letting that douchebag treat me like trash.”
I shrug. “You’re a big girl who can fuck whoever she wants.” Narrowing my eyes, I smirk. “But no one gets to talk to you that way.”
“And that’s what makes you so wonderful.”
Wonderful?
I’m pretty sure Jez is the only person on the planet who would categorize me that way. And I’m good with that. I like who I am, wonderful or not.
“So, was there a reason you stopped by, or did you just intuitively know I was with a jackass?”
Scratching my head, I try to come up with a way to explain why I’m here without sounding like an idiot. Jez patiently waits me out like only she can do.
Finally, I respond. “I need you to do a deep dive into someone for me.”
“And you couldn’t go to Fort for this?”
I shake my head.
She grins. “Ah, so this is about that chick who’s staying at the clubhouse.”
My muscles tense at her description of Violet as ‘that chick’, but I ignore it. Jez doesn’t mean any disrespect.
“She refuses to tell me who assaulted her.”
Jez’s expression softens with sympathy. “Grim, Soul already has me trying to find whatever information I can. You know this.”
“Yeah, I know, but…”
“But you can’t let it go.”
