Page 152 of Driftwood Daffodil

Something had been bothering me since I found out about her and my brother. “Who’s Ezra’s father, Carissa?”

Her eyes snapped up to mine. “My husband.”

“You sure about that?” Last I checked neither she or her husband had dark hair. Even Darry was blonde, yet little Ezra had pitch black hair. Just like Atlas.

“Of course he is.” The seductive spark poured back in her light eyes. “Now can we stop this? I hate it when we fight.”

Next thing I knew, her hand shot down the front of my jeans and her fingers were wrapping around my cock.

“Let me make it up to you.” She purred in my ear, and started stroking my length.

It took everything in me not to openly groan.

Was it really that wrong to let her get me off? She wasn’t all bad. When Atlas died she helped me feel like I was in control again. I did things to her that would send other girls running the other way. And she took it. She took every ounce of pain I doled out and begged for more.

Except, it was all fake. The tears, whimpers and pleas she gave weren’t real. She wasn’t real. Everything out of her mouth was a lie.

“Get the fuck away from me.” I grabbed her shoulders and shoved her back so hard she landed ass first on the floor.

And what did Carissa do? She peeked up at me through fluttering lashes and breathed, “are you going to punish me now?”

“For what?” I growled down at her. “More fake tears and phony pleas… no thanks. I’m done with fake Carissa.”

I didn’t need it anymore.

I didn’t need her.

“Now get out,” I said, having no sympathy for the look on her face. “Before I decide to have a chat with Darry.”

Her eyes widened, “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.” I hissed.

Did I want to tell Darry what I’d been doing with his mother for four years, or about his brother’s questionable paternity? No. But if that’s what it took to get her to leave me alone, then I’d suck it up and take his hatred. At this point I deserved it.

Carissa didn’t say a word. She just pulled herself off the floor, brushed her coat off, and promptly walked out.

I grabbed the edge of the desk while the fading clicks of her heels grated on my last nerve. This day was shit. I couldn’t find Simon, Novalee was prancing around town in whatever the hell she felt like wearing, then Carissa came in here and riled me up. And I still had yet to get Nova to offer a trade.

“God damnit,” I roared while digging my fingers in the desk and flipping it through the air.

The corner of it crashed into a wall, causing the wood to echo with a loud crack that didn’t make me feel any better.

“Yeah, fuck that desk. I didn’t like it either.”

That voice just added to my bad mood.

Without looking back at her, I growled, “Get lost Nova.”

I didn’t have the patience to deal with her shit. I couldn’t guarantee that I wouldn’t kill her. Not that she would give me any kind of reprieve.

“I need to talk to you.”

“Trust me,” my jaw ticked the second I saw her standing there in her waitress uniform. “You really don’t want to be here right now.”

“I really didn’t want my brother to get stabbed either, so…”

Okay, that brightened my mood a bit.

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