Page 85 of Fractured
Talia giggled, and I chuckled.
The moment we returned to the table, her brothers looked at her, then at me, and they all lifted their brows.
I shrugged, “Wanted to fuck my woman.”
“He did it well, too,” Talia said with a snicker.
They all gagged at once.
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“Dominik?” I heard her ask.
I lifted my head, looked at her, and saw she had her head tilted to the side, all that glorious black hair cascading over one shoulder as she stared into the fridge.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Why in the world do you have mason jars in the fridge?” she asked.
I stared at her.
And kept staring until she turned her head to look at me.
Seeing that I hadn’t answered her yet, she lifted a brow, “Normally, you don’t store water in a mason jar.”
I smirked, “It ain’t water.”
She scoffed, “Of course it’s water, Dominik. That’s the only thing that’s totally clear.”
I shook my head, “It ain’t.”
She lifted both brows, “Umm, okay. So, I’m a man and you’re a woman.”
“Make you a deal,” I said.
“I’m listening.” She said.
“If that ain’t water, you have to give me one of my fantasies,” I told her.
I watched as her shoulders dropped; she knew.
I never made a deal or a bet if I wasn’t sure of something.
She shook her head, “No way.”
I snickered, then moved to her, reached around her, and tagged one of the mason jars.
Then I unscrewed the lid and handed it to her, “Still think it’s water?”
She sniffed it, then I watched as her eyes widened, “Dominik... is this what I think it is?”
I grinned, “Straight fire, mountain dew.”
She snickered, “White lightning.”
I winked at her.
She took a small sip and then swallowed it down, and nodded, “It’s good. I can barely taste the alcohol.”
