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Tough crowd.
"You know I'm funny," I say and wink at him. "I'll see you guys later? Make him take you to the Italian restaurant."
"Oh, breadsticks," X says with a sigh. "We'll be fine."
I grin at her. I knew that would do the trick.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Grayson
Demi points at me when she enters the apartment. "There better be food involved."
With a twitch of the lips, I say, "Of course there will be food."
"Damn straight," she says with a huff. "I need a shower, give me twenty minutes."
My dick twitches at the thought of her naked and wet. "Need some help?"
She grins at me. "If you help me, we may never leave."
Leaning back on the chaise, I sigh dramatically. "You've wounded my ego. Do you not want a piece of this?" I gesture up and down my body.
Demi takes her ponytail out as she walks over, her dark hair cascades over her shoulders. "Listen here, tiger, I'm sweaty and look like I've been run over by a semi. Let me clean up and I promise to give you some extra attention later."
She traces a finger along my bulge before growling something about needing food. I cover my junk with my hands. You never know with this one. Catching my movements, she rolls her eyes and turns to go take a shower.
"I'll be done in a bit."
I watch her tight ass leave, and lie back, closing my eyes and forcing myself to stay on the chaise. She's testing my restraint.
The shower kicks on a minute later. I sigh and scrub my hand over my face.
"Where are you taking her?"
Bastard. I glare at the tiny camera located in the air vent.
"None of your business."
Mateo growls. "Everything you do is my business."
Okay, fair point.
"I'm taking her to meet Lacey." I run a hand over my hair, smoothing it down.
Mateo's silence fills the room for a few seconds.
I really hate when he does that; staying quiet to make you wonder what it is you've said to bother him.
"Is that all?" I ask.
"If she returns harmed, you will pay for it."
I stand and walk toward the vent. "You're not the only one who cares for her, Mateo. Stop acting like it. You don't own her."
He hisses. "She's mine."
"She's mine as well," I say, scowling at the camera. "She will be fine, Mateo. If anyone even looks at her, I'll rip their heads off."
