Page 261 of By His Vow
Without looking like a homeless person who hasn’t eaten all week, I force myself to reach for the bag at a normal speed and politely thank the guy before kicking the door closed and racing toward the kitchen with my goodies.
But I come up short when I find Griz now sitting on Kian’s lap.
Little fucking traitor.
“What the fuck are you, some kind of cat whisperer?” I blurt in shock.
Griz doesn’t like men. It took months for her to come around to Cory, but even still, she point-blank refuses to go anywhere near him.
This…this is completely unheard of.
“Oh yeah, that’s my side hustle in the evenings—find out the secrets of all the pussies in the city,” Kian deadpans, making Kingston snort in amusement.
“Good god,” I mutter, taking another look at Griz in his lap before continuing to the kitchen to unload my food in peace.
“Kingston let you order Chinese,” Kian says, his voice closer now.
Glancing over my shoulder, I find him gazing down at the variety of dishes I’ve laid out on the island.
“Yep,” I say, popping the P.
“Well, I guess it’s true what they say. Men really will do anything for the best pussy.”
I narrow my eyes at him, refusing to acknowledge that he’s got my cat in his arms. In his fucking arms…
I’m way too hungry for this bullshit.
“Kingston doesn’t let me do anything. If I want Chinese, I will order Chinese. I’m not some little lady who is going to be controlled by a man, no matter how powerful that man deems himself to be.”
Kian stares at me as if I’ve just sprouted an extra head.
Kingston walks in, giving Griz a wide berth, before stepping up behind me.
“Did you hear that?” he says with what I can only say is pride.
“Uh…” Kian starts.
“My wife thinks I’m powerful.”
I don’t need to look back to know that he’s smirking as he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder.
“That was not what she said,” Kian argues.
“It’s how I heard it.”
“Whatever. Grab me a plate, Bro. This looks amazing.”
“Excuse me?” I hiss, folding my arms over my chest. “I didn’t order for three.”
“No,” Kian muses, looking at the obscene amount of food before us. “It looks more like you ordered for ten. I think we’ll be fine.”
He pulls a stool out before lowering himself into it and then Griz to the kitchen counter.
Kingston tenses behind me.
“What are you doing?” he barks.
“Uh…eating.”