Page 66 of Brutal Prince

“So tell me about your family,” Gretta asked, snuggling up to me in my bed after I pounded her hard and fast from behind.

“Nothing to tell. Two brothers. Small town in Atlanta.”

“Where in Atlanta?”

“A town called Redwood. You been to Atlanta?”

“No.”

“Maybe we could go there one day. I’ll introduce you to my parents and the family dog Max.”

“I’d love that. I haven’t left the state in I don’t know how long.”

“How far long can you manage away from your mom?”

“Half a day,” she answered downhearted.

Her mom was my out. There’d be no way in hell I’d take her back home to Atlanta, because there ain’t no one there. I’m so damn rehearsed at this acting game, I almost believe it myself.

Stick to the script. Stick to the fucking script that’s going to break her pretty little heart when we’re done.

She’s gone undercover to search for the bad guy, yet here I am right under her pointy little nose.

“I could always hire a nurse to stay with her,” Gretta added after thinking on it for several moments.

“Maybe I could pay for it,” I offered. Not gonna happen.

“Oh no, I couldn’t ask that of you,” she sighed.

Good. I combed my fingers through her hair. There’s plenty of attributes I liked about Gretta. She’s not standout pretty, apart from that cherry red hair, but she has a smile that uplifts my spirit that makes me forget for a few seconds who I really am. She’s also smart, but not smart enough to know who she’s sleeping with.

Ollie Allot genuinely likes her a lot.

Arthur the prince of the deception also likes her a lot.

I’m the same person playing different characters in the same plot. Masterfully, fucked up. Genius.

However, I am fully aware that there’s always plot holes and weaknesses in any cast. In this case, the weakness is the damsel who was actively trying to have one over on the king and the prince. Luckily, the villains have her cornered and watched 24/7.

We were aware of her little tribe of dick blockers - the girlfriends of Tristan Fisher, Jace Luxon and Cody Harrington - the girl gang that Mathias knew nothing about. Those girls couldn’t shine shoes with their own spit. Gimme a break.

“Ollie,” she squealed beneath me. “You’re squeezing me too hard.”

I hadn’t noticed my grasp growing tighter the more I thought about her betrayal. “Sorry,” loosening my grip.

I expected her to be open and honest with me since we’re working undercover together, however, she hasn’t once mentioned this girl gang of so-called watchers and protectors. It bothered me, but not enough to hate her. Besides, we knew her movements too well.

A flurry of cute giggles came out of her when I rubbed my unshaved chin against her neck. Another reason why I liked her so much. That giggle. I almost could let anything slide when I hear her laugh.

“I better go,” she whispered, “I’ve got an early class and then a shift at Stads.”

I groaned, burying my face in her soft skin. “Stay for another hour.”

She reached for her phone to check the time, but I got there first. “What do we have here?” I teased, trying to decode her password. “Got any secret boyfriends I should know about?”

“Nope,” she answered, trying to snatch her phone back.

“Too slow,” holding the phone out of arm’s reach.

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