Page 27 of By His Vow
I hold the smirking terror before me and narrow my eyes.
“The fuck is your problem?” I sneer.
A door slams down the hallway, and I’m just about to launch the thing in Tatum’s direction when another voice fills the air.
“Get your hands off Mrs. Meowington.”
My eyes widen in surprise as Tatum’s best friend runs toward me and lifts the ginger furball from my hands, cradling it against her chest like a little baby.
“What are you doing to our pussy?”
“I-I—” I stutter like an idiot. “I don’t want anything to do with your pussy, Lorelei.”
She studies me suspiciously as my shoulder burns and I swear blood trickles down my skin.
Fucking vampire cat.
Another door opens before heels tap down the hallway.
“What the hell is going on?” Tatum demands, looking between me, Lorelei, and the fucking feral animal.
“He was going to throw Mrs. Meowington across the room like she’s nothing more than a football,” the fucking tattle-tail screeches in horror.
“You what?” Tatum gasps.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mutter, scrubbing my hand down my face. “I was not going to throw your fucking cat across the room. Although, I should have. Fucking thing deserves it after what it did to me.”
“She’s scared of the dishwasher,” Tatum explains.
“Are you surprised? That thing sounds like the Terminator short-circuited.”
Silence falls over us as the dishwasher continues to wreak havoc behind us.
“Come on, Mrs. Meowington, you can snuggle in my room,” Lorelei says in a baby voice before walking down the hallway.
“Why are you still here?” Tatum asks. “Wait…have you tidied up?”
“Someone had to, don’t you think?” I deadpan.
“Whatever. Let’s go,” she says, pulling her jacket on and throwing her purse over her shoulder. “The sooner you’re out of my apartment, the better.”
“I could say the same about you.”
She pauses and shoots a glare over her shoulder.
If looks could kill…
Or more so, if her fucking feral pussy hadn’t gotten there first.
I grab my own jacket and throw it over my shoulder as I follow her to the front door, my eyes locked on her ass that’s showcased by what I’m sure is the world’s tightest pencil skirt.
Fuck knows what I’ve done to deserve this morning, but someone up there is kicking my ass for something.
“Why is he here?” Lorelei snaps, reappearing from her room.
She looks like she’s had a very good night—and not in the way Tatum did. Her hair is a disheveled mess, she has smears of red lipstick up her cheeks, and her throat is littered with hickies.
My cock aches a little at the sight.