Page 59 of Redeeming the Villain

Her cheeks redden even more, and I’m starting to think it was never from embarrassment but rather frustration.

My eyes are traveling before I even realize it … down her taut neck to the lacy pink bra that is now on full display. They cup her big tits, and my fingers twitch, wanting to do the same.

Stop it.

Licking my bottom lip, I suck it between my teeth and force my gaze back up her chest to her eyes … her blown pupils and parted lips.

She knows what she’s doing … teasing me. Taunting me. Asking me to make a move.

I hate it.

Fuck.

Iloveit.

“Much happier.” I toss the sweatshirt over my shoulder.

She huffs out a quick breath and turns on her heel, giving me a show with her full hips as they sway with her strut to the laundry room.

Before she disappears around the corner, she lifts her hand in the air and flips me off with her back to me.

I chuckle, feeling an odd and unexpected burst of pride on her behalf.

Blair doesn’t waste any time getting in my face, her voice an angry whisper. “Malik, I get that you don’t like her. Fine. I’ll be better about having her over when you’re not here. But can you try to behave like a decent human being? I know that you have it in you.”

“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” I clutch my heart.

The front door swings open across the grand foyer, and Griffin walks through with no clue of what’s happening. “I got pizza!” As he takes in Blair’s annoyance, he pauses. “What’s, uhh … what’s going on?”

“Alora’s here,” I grit out.

Griffin winces, understanding with his newfound knowledge of our situation. “Oh.”

Speak of the devil …

She walks back out, and my jaw fucking unhinges.

She’s wearing a Legends T-shirt.

Yet again … one ofmine.

Only this time, it’s missing the bottom half.

“Alora,” I growl, “tell me you didn’t just cut one of my favorite shirts in half.”

Griffin bursts out laughing behind me, and I glare at him, my jaw clenching.

She winces playfully, teasing me with her sarcasm. “Oops. I thought it was one of Blair’s.”

I step toward her. “You’resucha bad liar.”

The only consolation is that at least my last name is on her back so everyone knows who she belongs to.

She winks at me and saunters closer. “Guess you’ll have to find a new favorite. Although you might be able to pull off a crop top. If you ever get it back.”

This girl is going to be the death of me.

When I glance at Blair, who is now having a full-blown giggle fit, she looks up at me with no remorse. “I’m sorry. But that’s hilarious.”

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