Wyatt – a spy? For Alpha King Hayes? “We found all of these in his room,” Beau says. “He left them out everywhere, sitting there like he wanted us to find them. Bastard is mocking us.” “Here,” Archer says, shuffling through the papers. “List after list. Our schedules. The girls we’ve seen. The c
They must know that. Neil must, at least. And I think he does. As I look at him, I can practically see the wheels in his head turning. “He’s more powerful,” I say. “He’s the most powerful man in the kingdom. You can kick Wyatt out. You can barricade the Pyramid, but you cannot start a war with t
The next day, I definitely feel like I’m on the outside looking in. The brothers aren’t telling me everything, and they either think I’m an idiot who won’t notice or they don’t care if I do. Three times today, when I enter a room where the brothers are, they stop talking when I approach. They aren
“What’s too much? You’ve barely said anything!” “Too much, Chloe.” I growled a little, mostly in frustration, not necessarily at him, but the vibrations made my ribs ache, so my noises and thoughts abruptly halted to I could cradle my chest. Steven stepped forward. “What’s wrong?” “It’s just
“Chloe… Mmm…” I blink, confused. For a while, my mind just sits there, fizzling. It takes me an embarrassingly long time to realize that he’s not in pain. Or that he’s not awake. Neil is having a sex dream about me. He’s resting on his back on the bed. The covers are up to his waist. He’s wear
Well, to hell with the rest of the day. I know what I’m doing. It’s being right here in this moment with Neil as we keep our eyes on each other. Our breaths escape us soft, yet loud in the otherwise quiet room. The only other noise is the occasional squelch of spit on Neil’s hand, or my pussy drippi
“If you are expecting me to apologize, you will be disappointed,” Neil says. “I deserve to know what’s going on,” I say, anger pulsing through me. “You don’t deserve to be buried under stress,” Neil says. He meets my anger with a cool attitude. The flames of annoyance flickering off me don’t eve
“I mean, agreed. But that doesn’t exactly explain… this.” I wave around at the massive mess Beau has made of Wyatt’s room. “Doesn’t it?” Beau lifts a brow at me. “We’re renovating anyway. It makes little difference what happens to his stuff.” “It’s just such a waste.” Though as I say it, I reali