LOGINJAXI couldn't tell if Eugene had actually grown a pair of balls and talked to his dad, or if my aunt was just too damn busy with her own vanity. For the past two days, she had been running around the mansion, screaming at maids, making endless phone calls, and trying on fifty different dresses.Her big television interview and content shoot was tonight. It was the perfect opportunity for me to ruin her life, especially if I caught her acting all lovey-dovey with Marcus again.I pulled out my phone and shot a text to my favorite nerd.Me: I've got a fucking cold. Can't practice today.Eugene replied exactly two seconds later.Eugene: Take medicine. Do not miss tomorrow. Presentation is Monday.I snorted, slipping the phone into my back pocket just as the sharp clicking of heels echoed from the top of the grand staircase.I looked up. Millicent was walking down the steps, wrapped in a tight cream dress that hugged her fake curves. Her hair was twisted into a tight bun, and thick pearl
MARCUSFor the past few days, ever since Millicent dug her polished claws into my schedule, I’ve been coming home late.Usually, my son couldn't care less. Eugene always had his nose buried in a textbook. He only cared about his grades and passing that damn presentation, especially with a menace like Jaxon Whitfield as his partner.But tonight was different.I unlocked the front door a little before midnight. The living room lights were blazing. Eugene was standing dead in the center of the room, arms crossed tightly over his chest. The second the door clicked shut, he marched right up to me, peering out the front window like he expected someone to be standing behind me.I unclipped my duty belt, the heavy leather sinking into my tired hands. "Is there something wrong, son?"Eugene turned his cold eyes on me. "There is. I just found out you’re having a thing with Jaxon’s aunt."I groaned. A massive, throbbing headache instantly formed behind my eyes. I walked past him, tossing my belt
JAXI really shouldn’t give a single fuck about Eugene. There was absolutely no reason for me to protect this annoying nerd from Jeremy, or pretend to care about his bleeding fingers.Except, I had a very good reason.I needed a permanent excuse to stay inside the Grant house even after this stupid presentation was over. I needed a reason to be close to Marcus. Especially now.Every time I remembered the word propose coming out of my aunt’s mouth, my blood boiled so hot I wanted to break something.The lecture ended. The professor walked out of the hall.Beside me, Eugene aggressively shoved his textbooks into his bag, zipping it shut with a harsh pull."We have three days left before the presentation," Eugene muttered, adjusting his glasses. "Tomorrow is Saturday. We have to complete our final rehearsals this weekend.""Sure," I replied lazily, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms.Eugene didn't even look at me. His eyes darted nervously across the room, fixing on the back r
Eugene was standing right outside my first class.He was leaning against the wall, tapping his foot fast, looking everywhere but at me. I knew exactly what he was doing. He was waiting for me. He was terrified to walk in there alone, but his pride would never let him admit it.I walked up to him."You're finally here," Eugene snapped, pushing off the wall.Before I could even say a word, he shoved a hot paper cup straight into my chest. I caught it instinctively. I popped the lid and stared down at the pitch-black liquid inside.I shook my head, sighing loudly."Yeah, thanks, man. But I'm not a fan of black coffee," I said, holding the cup back out to him. "I actually like it when there’s milk and sugar in it."Eugene frowned, his face twisting in pure annoyance. He slapped my hand away."You're a big baby. Drink it and shut up," he grumbled, spinning around to face the classroom door. "Let's go in."I chuckled, taking a sip of the bitter trash just to piss him off less."Oh? Have you
JAXI must be going deaf. I have to be. Because there is no fucking way I just heard my bastard aunt say she wants to propose to Marcus.Marcus?A man she met barely a few days ago? She hasn’t even breathed the same air as him for more than sixteen hours, and now she wants to lock him down? My blood boiled. My chest tightened so fast I could barely drag in a breath.I should never have let this bitch step foot near my house. I should have ruined whatever pathetic spark they had yesterday. My mind started spinning, feeding me the worst images. What if they ended up fucking? What if she threw herself at him, shoved her fake tits in his face, and he actually liked it? What if Marcus says yes?He’s a single man. He’s been single for years. Saying yes to a woman like her would be the easiest thing in the world. She’s rich. She’s beautiful.Fuck. I can’t believe my brain just admitted that.My hands curled into tight fists. I am not letting this happen. I will ruin this little proposal she’
JAXMarcus looked like he was one second away from wrapping his massive hands around my throat and smashing my skull right through the drywall.His chest heaved against mine. I could feel the furious thumping of his heart directly against my own ribs. He wanted to kill me. He wanted to destroy me. But his body? His body wanted something completely different.I didn't care how angry he was. I wasn't backing down.I tilted my hips up, pressing myself flush against the thick, unforgiving buckle of his police belt. Even through the heavy layers of our clothes, I could feel exactly how painfully hard he was. The thick, pulsing ridge of his cock was completely rigid against my thigh.I smirked, staring up into his dark, furious eyes. I intentionally rolled my hips, grinding my aching erection directly into his.Marcus let out a sharp, ragged breath, his grip on my torn silk shirt tightening until his knuckles turned bone-white."You're shaking, Officer Grant," I whispered, my voice thick wi