Page 44 of Make Me Hunt
Instead, I chose a different approach—one that made sure she knew exactly how it feels to see me with someone else.
Time to let her know just how big a fool she made of herself.
“Is that why you stole my sister's shoes?” I ask, waiting for her to put it together and fill in the blanks.
“Your sister... you let me believe—” she starts, but I cut her off before she can finish.
“You believed whatever you wanted—just made assumptions. Never asked.”
“You didn’t exactly rush to prove me wrong,” she grunts, but I can tell she just realized she fucked up.
“I proved you wrong last night. Several times. Need a reminder of that?” I ask, trying to keep my tone warmer. I’m looking for information, not a fight, though my attitude right now stands against my very nature.
The blush on her cheeks tells me she’s coming to terms with it.
I’ve never seen Brynn blush before. But it’s fucking adorable.
“Then maybe I wouldn’t have left. If you’d explained things to me,” she mutters.
“I didn’t think you were that jealous. Next time, just ask, you might be surprised,” I say, shooting her a glare that clearly states she shouldn’t try to pick a fight she has no chance of winning. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Where?” she asks, probably confused that I’m not giving her a harder time about this. Truth is, I’d love to pick a fight with her. To ruin her piece by piece, break her strength, and make it clear that she ismine.
But I don’t want to break her. I feel she’s already broken. I just need to help her back together—as mine.
I figured out a while ago that this isn’t something I can deny—this magnetic bond between us.
It’s much more than a simple feeling—more than just some whim of my cock.
It’s something I can’t deny… something I don’t want to deny. Because last night I felt more alive than in my entire life combined. And that says something.
For the first time, I feel like everything around me has a reason. Even if that reason might be to make her whole again.
“To dinner,” I answer, stepping out of her apartment and expecting her to follow. She’s a smart girl. She knows better than to cross me. Or maybe she doesn’t and wants to get herself punished.I’ll hold on to that thought.
“Don’t I get a say in this?” she mutters, stepping beside me.
“Of course you do. Japanese, Indian, French... maybe even pizza?” I present heronlyoptions. Because refusing me isn’t one.
“I’m not hungry,” she mutters, and I turn my head to look at her.
“I wasn’t asking. You need to eat. We both know there’s no real food in your fridge. Hasn’t been for a while. So spare me the drama and pick something.” She’s getting on my nerves, but I’m really trying to hold myself back. Truth is, I had plans to cook for her tonight. Surprise her when she woke up. But the surprise was on me. She managed to ruin my plans by walking away.
Still, I’m trying to be as civil about this as possible, even though she’s one step away from making me bend her over my knee and spank some sense into her.
“Surprise me,” she shrugs, way more nervous than she wants to show. She’s acting like this is some regular dinner.
But it’s dinner withme—no matter what we’re having or where we’re having it. And she knows it.
Actually, I just got an idea.
She did say surprise her.
I text Manuel—the owner of a high-end restaurant a couple of streets away—with a specific list of hors d’oeuvres, the main course, and dessert. All to be delivered at my place.
Brynn gets in the car without much of a fight. But that doesn’t equal keeping her mouth shut for the whole ride. In fact, we don’t even make it past the block. “What is this, Ares?” She snaps, anger simmering in her voice. “I told you before, I’m not one of your playthings.”
“Who said I was playing?”
