Page 19 of Possessing Paisley
If she were mine, she’d have a red, sore ass for pushing me out.
But she’s not, and dammit, I need to stop thinking that shit. She’s Paisley. A total brat and a thorn in my side. I can’t stand her. So why do I want her so badly?
A few minutes later, Paisley emerges, and she looks even more beautiful than she did when she went in.
“You didn’t have to wait.”
I grin and cross the hall to meet her halfway. “There’s a lot of stuff I don’t have to do, but the thing about me, lass, is I do what I want.”
She huffs but there’s a small smile there she’s fighting. “Yeah, I’m kind of figuring out that you guys play by your own rules.”
“Aye. Now, come on, I want to go make your ex regret the day he ever betrayed you.”
“So, what’s new with you, Paisley?” Jeremy asks.
God, I want to knock his fucking teeth out. This guy is ballsy, I’ll give him that. Not only do I have at least six inches on him, but probably about fifty pounds too.
His date wandered off somewhere, and he thought it would be wise to approach us. Seriously, he must have a death wish.
“Oh, um…” Paisley fidgets with her clutch purse. Why is she clamming up around this pussy? He should be the one cowering in front of her.
I slide my arm around her waist and pull her against my side, running my fingers over the curve of her luscious hip.
“Did you already tell him about moving in with me, baby?”
She goes stiff against me, but when I give her a gentle squeeze, she relaxes, and a wide, breathtaking smile appears. “Not yet, but, uh, yeah. I moved in with Kieran, and, um, we got a dog. Yep, a dog. We adopted it. His name is, uh, Buster.”
Jesus. She’s a terrible liar. Good for me because she’ll be easy to read. Bad for her bottom.
“Buster,” I repeat, staring down at her with a raised brow.
Her cheeks turn rosy as she tips her head back to look at me. “Yep. Buster.”
Then she does something that totally catches me off guard. She wraps her arms around my waist and snuggles her face against my chest. Fuck me, if she wants a dog named Buster, I’ll get her a dog because right now I feel like a goddamn king.
Without thinking about it, I press a kiss to the top of her head. It feels so natural, like this is what we do all the time.
“There you are! Silly, I thought you were going to come with me to find the restroom.”
Paisley’s ex scrunches his face at the annoying woman. “Why would I do that?”
My girl tightens her hold on me. Now, I definitely don’t regret being the bulldozer she thinks I am. At least she knows I care enough to follow her. Or at least, pretend to care. For tonight.I need to remember that she’snotactually mine.
“So, what is it that you do for work?” Jeremy asks.
Raising my gaze to him, I barely resist glaring. This fucking guy. He’s something else. I’ve never met someone so stupid. Then again, he doesn’t know I have a list a mile long of dead bodies under my belt. He also doesn’t know he’s been added to it.
“I own several businesses and invest in other people’s businesses. My portfolio is quitebig, but we don’t have all night. To sum up your question, I have, and make, a fuck ton of money, so I can spoil my girl with whatever her heart desires.”
Paisley snorts and buries her face in my armpit as she pinches my side. I’m going to spank her ass if she keeps doing that. Brat. She doesn’t realize that each time she pinches me, she turns me on even more.
“What about you, Brad? What do you do?”
His face turns red. “It’s Jeremy.”
Looking him up and down, I let out a chuckle. “Huh. You definitely look like a Brad.”
Her ex finally got the hint that he wasn’t welcome and disappeared about an hour ago. Thank fuck, because I was actually considering slitting his throat right here in the middle of the party.