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Page 9 of Midnight Confessions

“Fantastic Four…” he continues, but there’s not even a spark behind her eyes.

He holds his arms out, mild surprise narrowing his eyes. “The Marvel character who has a tough, rock-like hide…”

Shit.My hands fly up to my face and press into my cheeks when I realize I still have this goddamn mud mask on. I scrunch my face uncomfortably, feeling cracks in the dry mud spread across my skin. The girls remain bored and so clueless, looking at Aleck as if he’s speaking Russian.

“Never mind.” He shakes his head, bringing his unaffected stare back to me. “Point is, you’re interrupting my evening.”

“It’smidnight, dickhead.”

“My morning then.” He smirks.

That taunting fucking smirk. I want to smack it off his face.

“Turn. The music. Off,” I grit through my teeth.

Aleck’s smirk grows into a full grin as if he finds me mildly amusing rather than intimidating. He pulls his phone from his pocket and taps the screen. The ridiculously outdated music playing through the speakers in the ceiling stops. The only sound in the room, my jack hammering heart and the crackling tension between us.

The women covered in sparkly bullshit merely fall into the background.

Aleck pockets his phone, folding his arms across his beautifully sculpted chest—No!Winter, stop.

“What can I do for you?” His voice slithers like a snake between us, his mouth displaying a pandering smile.

“You can keep it the hell down. I have a full day tomorrow. You know, with our best friends getting married and everything. And I really don’t appreciate you bringing an orgy back to oursharedliving quarters.”

A devilish smirk casts across Aleck’s lips. “This is athreesome. At leastfourpeople constitute an orgy. So if you want to ditch the attitude, I’d be more than happy to accommodate all three of you.”

Silence.

Seriously fucking speechless. He stands confidently, waiting for a reply as I muster up enough brain cells to cough up the horse stuck in my throat.

“Are you seriously suggesting Ijoinyou?” My eyes are about as wide as a bus and if I didn’t have this absurd mask on, I’d be in his face so fast. I bet he smells good. I bet he smells like—No!

“You might be into it.” He shrugs, remaining as unaffected as a pimp at Sunday Mass. “For all I know, you like to get fingered to Mozart while planning how tragically boring your week will be. I won’t kink shame, not my business. Full disclosure, I occasionally like to find the ugliest girl in the club and face fuck her in the bathroom. Makes her feel good about herself, and I—a couple times a year—feel like a decent person. I’m not above my kinks. Or charity, apparently.” His eyes drop to my chest, travel the length of my body to my toes, then back to meet my leering gaze. “Hey, maybe one day that can beyouin the bathroom.”

I’m offended to a degree I never thought possible. I clear my throat, the horse galloping his way back into my esophagus. “You’re seriously demented, you know that?”

“You have no idea, Grimm.”

“I amnotthe Thing!” I shout, stomping my foot.

“Tell that to the shit on your face.” Aleck raises his eyebrows, nodding his head toward me. “Now, unless you’re going to clean yourself up, put on something that doesn’t resemble a potato sack, and come back out here with a better attitude and a craving for swallowing dick, scram.”

I quietly seethe in my spot, processing the words he’s just said. This man isn’t only high maintenance, he’s the damn Devil.

You want to play, let’s play.

Turning on my heel, I whip around. The smug smirk on Aleck’s playboy face, the last thing I see before I grace him with my back.

“By the way,” I shout over my shoulder. “I kicked all your shit out of the bigger room. You’ve moved down the hall, Princess.”

“Son of a bitch!” I hear him hiss before I slam my door shut and lock it.

Game on, Aleck Fox. Game on.

FOUR

ALECK




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