Page 37 of Sweet Wicked Vows
A low chuckle rumbled in my chest. “Green is amagnifiquecolor on you.”
Something bumped into my ankle, and a faint purring sound followed. Bell rubbed her head against my legs, covering me in even more hair than I already was.
How did such a little demon shed so much hair?
Evelyn sighed lightly. “She likes you.”
“You sound surprised.” I tried to shoo the cat away with my foot. It took that as an invite to jump up onto my lap.
“She usually doesn’t like strangers, especially men.” Evelyn scooped her away, nursing her like a baby before putting her back on the ground. “She still randomly attacks Flynn. One time, Flynn swears she waited all day under his bed for him. The second he fell asleep, she crawled out and latched herself onto his foot.” The corners of her eyes crinkled. Sheer joy, the type that lit up a room, beamed from her. It was hard not to bask in it. “He swears she bit off half his toe.”
Another reason the walking hair-ball wasn’t stepping one pawinto my bedroom.
“Do you think Olivia will agree to help?”
“You do realize that if she does agree to throw this farce, everyone will see the truth about Reynolds.” I picked a strand of cat hair from my leg. “They’ll know how sick he really is.”
She shifted, pulling that fucking slit higher again. “I think you and I both know that my dad doesn’t plan on just celebrating our marriage at the party.”
“You think he’s going to announce his retirement.”
She dipped her chin. “He wants to invite everyone, shareholders, and investors, to the wedding party. I’m not an idiot. What better time to announce his departure and my takeover?”
It wasn’t a ridiculous plan. A clever way to shut down any nay-sayers, those who may cast any doubt about Evelyn’s competence of temporary takeover.
“What about Flynn?” The youngest Reynolds was as useful as a drought in a desert. A liability in all accounts. “He’s gathered a reputation. Do you truly think he’ll be ready to take over in a year?”
“He is to focus on graduating, that’s all I am asking of him right now. Graduate and try to keep his nose clean, then we will see what happens next.”
“And what do you expect from me,douceur?”
She finally met my gaze. Her bottom lip vanished between her teeth, and I couldn’t help but envy her own mouth. I wanted to take her lip betweenmyteeth to see if she tasted how I imagined—sweeter than honey and fresher than raindrops.
She’d look even better with her lips swollen and bruised, with my cum leaking from the corners.
Fucking hell, what was wrong with me?
I needed some time with my own hand. Whatever it took to take the edge off.
“All I expect from you, Jaxon—” she breathed unevenly. “—is to do what I married you for. Stand by my side, and don’t let me ruin everything.”
Don’t worry my dear wife, it won’t be you who ruins it all.
“Sorry about that.” Olivia re-entered the room. “The last Saturday in August is a tight deadline for an event of the size you have in mind.” She uncapped her pen and opened her notebook. “I suggest that we make a start this afternoon. I’ll need a full guest list, color schemes, catering preferences, and your friend’s contact information forNirvana Gallery.”
Evelyn’s entire body loosened, her lips breaking into an earth-shattering grin. “You are an actual life-saver. We appreciate it. Don’t we, Jaxon?”
“More than you’ll ever know,” I replied, retreating to my bedroom and leaving the two of them to plan. I sat on the edge of my bed, the quietness of the room washing over me.
A swirl of anticipation burst into existence.
I was only weeks away from getting my hands on everything in Reynolds’ company.
Everything we worked toward would all be over soon, and hopefully with it, I’d finally find some peace.
Chapter Twelve
Nothing ever good came from a knock at the door in the middle of the night.