Page 33 of Beg Me

Just admit you would be upset too.

I put my phone down ignoring him.

I feel it ding three more times before I pull it out of my pocket again.

You know you love me as much as she does.

Fine, I’ll be more careful.

Come on, just admit you love me.

I laugh at the texts before responding.

Thirsty, Z? You’re looking a little desperate for my love right now.

Thirsty? For Daddy Jayce? Always. (Drooling emoji)

I put my phone in my pocket and make Oli some food. Sliding into bed next to her, I jostle the bed in hopes it will wake her up. It works and she starts to stir, rolling over. Before her eyes are even open she is smiling and moaning lightly.

“Mmmmm, that smells so good,” she says in her raspy morning voice.

“Open up, angel,” I say. She does it instantly without even a moment’s hesitation. “Such a good girl,” I say as I lower the breakfast burrito into her mouth, she takes a bite and her eyes open, lighting up. Her love language is food. There’s no doubt about it.

“That’s delicious,” she mumbles with a mouth full of food before she sits up leaning against the headboard, and takes the plate from me.

She loves Mexican food, so I learned how to make a bunch of it. Burritos, enchiladas, rice, beans, tacos. Her favorite things. Putting a smile on her face is all I want in this life, and food does that, so you bet your ass I learned how to cook for her.

I lean into her and kiss her forehead. The lines along the edges of her eyes form and deepen. Her whole face lights up with happiness as my lips brush her skin.

I stand up to walk back to the kitchen, turning around and walking backward so I can watch her happy food dance which she always does. It’s one of the highlights of my life to see that dance with her adorable little smile.

“So, someone followed Zander after he left the gym yesterday,” I say as casually as I can to make her not freak out. It doesn’t work. Her panicked eyes meet mine.

“Ish he omkayy?” She asks with a mouthful of food, chunks of egg spill out of her mouth and land on the plate. She flips the blanket off of her, picks up the plate, and stands.

I rush back to her holding my hands up. “Woah, woah, woah, angel. H’s okay. He made them follow him to the dry lake bed, when he got there they just took off.” I try to calm her. Again, it doesn’t work. She rushes to her phone and calls him.

“Hey. Are you okay? Jayce just told me.” She listens and I can only hear half the conversation so I have no clue what he is telling her. She smiles. “Yeah, I know he cares about you. Isn’t it cute?” She looks over at me and gives me a kissy face.

Knew that would come up, fucking knew it. I run my hand down my face annoyed.

“Okay, are you coming over today?” She asks expectantly. Happiness washes over her face at whatever his answer is. “Okay, see you soon.” She hangs up and bounces over to me. I fucking love watching her tits bounce when she’s happy.

“He’s on his way here right now, but he’s on the bike. He didn’t want anyone to be able to follow him this time.” I roll my eyes knowing how he drives that thing.

“Great, if the creeper guys don’t hurt him, he will lay his bike down and we can go to the hospital with him for that instead.”

She glares at me. “Hey, he is a great rider!”

“I very much doubt that, I’ve seen him ride. He drives like a maniac.” She scoffs at me and picks her burrito back up, taking another big bite. I smile at her.

Thankfully, if he is coming over right now, that means we’ll be able to talk about not only our creeper problem but also whatever this thing is between all of us. The uncertainty of it is bugging me. I need to know where we all stand.

Fuck, I think I do care about the fucker.

Chapter 18

Olive

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