Page 4 of Dark Fae's Secrets
“Tish, I’m sorry for the way I ended things, but you have to accept that it’s over and stop looking for trouble when there isn’t any,” I say as calmly as I can.
“Accept that it’s over,” she repeats with scorn. “We were to bemarried, you utter asshole. Then, one day, you just decide that it’s over? No, I’m not buying it. Did she order it? Does she want you all for herself and told you to get rid of me?” Her eyes flash dangerously.
“Our Queen doesn’t know about you,” I state coolly. Yes, it is possibly a foolish move, as she seems to dislike Savvie immensely right now, but I can’t help it. She is pushing my buttons all wrong.
“Oh?” she sneers. “Is that right? You never once mentioned me in your little chats or when you were supposed to be protecting her, or have you been screwing her this entire time behind my back?”
“Stop this right now,” I bark. “You are upset, and you will say something that you will later regret. Remember that Savannah is now yourQueen.”
“About that,” she says in that wheedling tone that she has used on me to great effect before. “You will speak to her about making me one of her ladies-in-waiting.”
I give her a dark glare and growl. “And why would I do that?”
“I’m tired of being just a cleaner, the lowest of the low around here. I want a better station. You will tell her to promote me, or I will go out there…” She points to the window, making it clear she knows Savvie is out there and with whom, “… and inform her that the Head of her Dark Guard is a brute who forced me to service him while he watched her fucking that new guy.”
I let out a low rumble at the blackmail. “She won’t believe a word of it,” I snarl, losing my cool stance and dropping my arms, fists clenched. “Besides, I’m probably not the only man around here that knows you like it that way.”
“Oh, I can beverybelievable,” she whispers and then rips her dress open, tearing the buttons free and exposing her tits. “Help!” she cries out a bit louder.
Growling, I grip her arm tightly. “Stop!”
“Help!” she shouts louder, her face a cruel mask of triumph.
I realize my mistake instantly as her lips curve up into an evil smile. I pull my hand off her, to her disappointment. She baited me, and I fell for it. We did engage in rough sex on most occasions, shedoeslike it that way. But I fell into her trap by laying a hand on her now. It makes me shudder to think about how she asked me to treat her.
“If you even utter one word to the Queen about anything, I will make you wish you had never been born,” I hiss.
She straightens her clothes and gives me a wicked smile. “You know what to do…” She saunters off, giving me a little wave that makes me want to rip her hand off.
Turning back to the window, I glare out of it. Savvie and Rath’Na are no longer out there. I slam my fist into the hard wall next to the window. I don’t want Letisha anywhere near Savannah. My ex will use every opportunity to make it known what we once meant to each other. Even if I go to Savvie and tell her of this unwanted development, it will make her curious and she will wonder why I never mentioned it before. Truth is, I have loved Savannah since I first laid eyes on her when she came here three years ago. Things were never the same with Letisha and me after that. After that first kiss in my room when she returned after a time away, I knew that I couldn’t go on pretending. My thoughts were always on Savannah. She was my beginning and my end. Letisha meant nothing to me after that. She was merely a distraction in the misery of my life without the woman I loved.
I know I handled our breakup badly, and I should’ve known that she wouldn’t take it well, but there is no way that I can have Letisha working directly for Savannah. Apart from the obvious hatred that Letisha feels for Savvie, it will be fucking awkward forme. I hate that I think that. My thoughts should be all about Savvie’s well-being, but I can’t help the selfishness. The last thing I need is to see her face every day, wondering what she is saying to Savvie about me and our time together.
“Hey,” Savvie says, popping up next to me in a swirl of smoke. “There you are.”
“You needed me?” I ask, harsher than I meant to. My annoyance isn’t at her.
She gives me a concerned look. “Everything okay?” she murmurs, slipping her hand into mine.
I force a smile on my face and bring her hand to my lips to kiss. “Fine. Are you okay?”
“We need to talk,” she says, stepping in closer to me. “Afterwards, I want you on your own. All. Night. Long.”
Her heated gaze makes my dick go hard. All of my worries about Letisha vanish as my forced smile turns genuine. “I’d like that,” I whisper, pulling her even closer. “Ineedit.”
She looks up at me, those violet eyes full of love. “I needyou,” she says.
“I love you,” I say quietly, dropping her hand and curling her hair behind her ear. I trace my fingers down her face to under her chin. I tilt her head back a bit and place a soft kiss on her lips. “Everything that I do is for you.”
She frowns. “Jerrick…”
“I love you,” I say again, wanting her to say it back.
“I love you,” she says. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Her concern for me makes me happy.
“Perfect,” I say and take her hand to lead her away.
The second before she Puffports us out, I see Letisha skulking in the shadows. She saw and heard everything. I curse myself for not being more careful. It will only fuel her fire. She won’t rest now until she has destroyed me, and Savannah along with it.
