Page 23 of Naughty Irish Liar

She was a damn high school kid.

Sixteen? Seventeen? How old was eleventh grade over here?Fuck me.Panic mode crash landed. What the fuck had I done? Why didn’t I ask her damn age even once? I’d assumed, that’s why. I’d wanted to believe she was older.

My jaw tight, I tensed all over.

Anger. Red hot anger simmered beneath my surface.

At her.

At myself.

Atherfor lying to me.

I pinned her with a stare and she knew because her eyes pleaded with me not to say anything.

How could I? I’d just had my goddamn tongue in her throat ready to throw down on the floor. The thought of how close I came to actually ….. fuck me… it stole my breath leaving a pain dead center of my chest and I knew I had to get out of there.Now.

“I gotta head out,” I directed my statement to the boss who nodded. He was a good guy, I liked and respected him, he’d taught me a lot. He reminded me of my own da but right then I couldn’t look him in the eye.

“You’ll stop by later, son? For a celebratory drink. You did good today, I was proud of you.”

I think I nodded and said something back, but I couldn’t say what, my head was full of static noise.

Shame and anger still tackled me by the throat.

If I stayed any longer I’d throttle that little vixen.

Goddamn me. I was to blame. I never questioned her age once, using my nasty lust filled eyes only.

Right before I slipped out of the French doors I had to take a look back, something compelled me to, almost like the gaze burning into my back made me turn around.

Her green eyes wide and tear-filled tore at me, because even now, angry as I was it felt like therightthing to do to stride back across the room and make her hurt go away. It felt like it wasmy jobto make all her hurts go away.

I stayed rooted to the spot, there was no way I was letting my feet move unless it was to take me far away from a goddamnschool girl,clenching my jaw until my teeth protested, I went on staring my fury.

Stay, please. She mouthed.

I wanted to. She didn’t have the first idea how much I wanted to.

But a high school kid? One that I’d just had my nasty hands on. I wasn’t looking for jail time and I admitted how close I would have come. Because I wanted her. Craved her. Maybe even needed her.

She’d kept me company these past months. Made me laugh, made me feel less of a screw up, less of a selfish bastard and a man who could be anything. Because those few minutes with her each day began to mean something to me. Until all I looked forward to when I rolled out of my bed was walking through the estate gates and seeing her again.

I’d craved her long before I’d even acknowledged what was happening.

Here was I thinking I was the biggest liar on two legs.

Lies had kept me alive for years in my grafts and cons and it was her all along being the biggest deceiver.

Lying and weaving me around her bratty little finger.

If I didn’t feel like shite I could have laughed about it. A former con man being conned by a little ginger headed girl with a smile that I still craved to see.

I hardened my jaw and eyes, watched how she winced and wrapped her skinny arms around her middle, almost folding herself in to self-comfort.

Even from this distance I saw her swallow hard and shudder a little.

My job to make her feel better.That voice whispered.

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