All Chapters of His Undercover Submissive: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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~Emma~One year ago – Saturday, July 26The bass from the speakers vibrates up through the soles of my sandals before we even clear the side gate, and I squeeze Sawyer’s hand tighter than I mean to. “You’re crushing my fingers,” Sawyer says as we walk through the side gate, but he’s grinning when he says it, that easy grin I’ve known since I was in pigtails and he was the gangly teenager next door teaching me how to skip rocks on the pond behind the church.“Sorry.” I loosen my grip but don’t let go. “There are a lot of people.”“There are a lot of men,” he corrects, nudging me with his shoulder as we step onto the patio. “You’re the only skirt at this party, Em. Get ready for some stares.”He’s not wrong. I feel it the second we’re through the gate, that prickle across my skin like sunburn, a dozen pairs of eyes swinging our way and staying there a beat too long. I’ve never been the center of that kind of attention before, not really, not back home where everyone’s known me si

~Colt~ Sunday, July 27 I do what I’ve been trained to do whenever I lock my sights on a target. I watch, study, and dissect. I learn a mark’s habits, weaknesses, and quirks. I travel their haunts and memorize their stomping grounds. Then I figure out how and when to strike. Except this time, I’m not here for a kill. During the EM shindig at Harry’s house last night, I watched pretty Emma Grant. I didn’t speak to her again. Sawyer, the uptight prick, would have felt compelled to cut me off at the balls and start something. A team getting-to-know-you isn’t the place for strife. But neither my stare nor my thoughts once strayed from the beautiful brunette. In those few hours, I discerned three important things: She is every bit as warmhearted as I’d first imagined. She is attracted to me, too. And most interesting, she is probably as passionate about her sex life with Sawyer as she is about taking her trash to the curb. As I watched Reeves lead her out to his truck and drive aw

~Colt~Sawyer and I walk out to the breezeway. The moment the doors slide shut behind us, Sawyer turns around, pointing a finger at my chest.“I told you to stay the fuck away from her,” he growls, stepping into my space. “You’re using my absence to muscle your way into her life. She’s vulnerable right now, and you’re hovering like a vulture.”I look down at his finger, then up into his bloodshot eyes. “Your absence is your own fault, Reeves. Where were you last night? Because you smell like a hotel room and cheap perfume, and your girl spent the last five hours crying into my shoulder while you were unachievable.”Sawyer goes stiff, the blood rushing out of his face. “That’s none of your business.”“Well I’m making it my business.” I take a step closer. “If you ever leave her alone like that again, if you ever fail her when she needs you, I assure you, won’t just take her car keys... I’ll take everything. Now get out of my face before I forget we work for the same company.”He

~Emma~Chapter: Saturday, August 16I hear Daddy calling my name across the house from his recliner. “Emma!”“Coming, Daddy.” I hustle into the living room with his cup of coffee, a piece of dry multigrain toast, and his morning medicine, then set everything on the table beside him. “Eat up and take your pills.”I am surprised to see that he has already showered and shaved, but not at all shocked by his sour expression. “Capsules of nonsense from a snakeoil salesman.”“No, medicine prescribed by one of the best heart surgeons in the state,” I correct. “Please take it. We don’t want to put your heart at risk again.”I can’t. The news that he had collapsed and that I had nearly lost him devastated me. Though Colt following me shopping that day rattled me, I thank God he was there. I was in no shape to drive myself to the hospital.Daddy grumbles but sighs with resignation. “Fine. When you’re done with your last client, I need you to run by the church and pick up my mail. If you g