Page 41 of Relentles
Her eyes glimmered, her expression so open and sweet, he could’ve taken her right there if they didn’t have a houseful of kids.
Standing on tiptoe, she encircled his neck with her arms and pressed her mouth to his. When they came up for air, he wanted to forget everything else and lose himself in Bailey.
But he had to talk to Harley, and he was debating on asking Prez if he was out of his motherfucking mind texting another chick behind Meggie’s back. He’d given the dude bad advice.
Hopefully, it didn’t blow up in their fucking faces.
“What are you thinking?”
“About all the women who pretend they want to be friends, then try to fuck us anyway.”
She frowned. “Excuse me?”
“That didn’t come out right.”
“Are you referring to Symphony?”
“No! I don’t think about her, Bailey. You know me better than that.”
“I thought I knew her. Fucking bitch.”
He laughed, took her face between his hands, and kissed her again. “Pull in your claws, baby. It’s cool. She a non-issue—”
“She sure the fuck is. I haven’t had a chance to have that heifer fired.”
“What the fuck? Why? You knew about her before Harley threw that shit into the fucking universe.” And left it hanging, hoping Bailey would fuck up Mort. “You want her fired when you know the girl needed money?”
Bailey, Meggie and Roxanne wanted to save the fucking world, and help out any motherfucker they could. Mort didn’t know how many times he’d told them bitches tripped.
He thought of Torie again.
Fuck, maybe, he could take her to lunch and see if she was a fucking psycho bunny.
“She decided to let her need of a dick interfere with her dollars. Her stupidity isn’t my fault, Lucas.”
“You let it go until Harley—”
Folding her arms, she lifted a brow. “You think? I went and talked to her. She apologized. Weeks later, you go there and not only does she renege on her word, but she does it in front of our daughter.”
Progress. She referred to Harley astheirsagain.
He hugged Bailey to him. “Leave her alone, pretty girl. Symphony barely acknowledges me.” It was a lie. She still flirted with him, but he didn’t need Bailey on a jealous warpath. “You the only girl for me.”
“I’ve been such a bitch, Lucas,” she said, laying her head on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”
He pushed back from her and smiled tenderly, tucking hair behind the delicate shell of her ear. “It’s okay. We coming through this with our love stronger and our marriage intact.”
“I’ve been trying to figure out what happened—”
Harleyhappened. He was wise enough to keep that to himself. He placed a finger over her lips. “Life happened,Bailey. We stopped communicating and stopped taking time for ourselves.”
Their daughter’s bad behavior merely exposed all that was wrong. Maybe, it was a good thing. Perhaps, they’d been on the road to divorce.
Sometimes, a good conversation went a long fucking way and saved a lot of heartache and drama. Miscommunication was the motherfucker of all relationships.
Bending, he brushed his lips over his woman’s. She opened for him, and their tongues met, exploring, tasting, mating. A low hum escaped the back of her throat.
Mortician’s cock stiffened. He was on the verge of dragging her to her sitting room and fucking her against the door.
