Page 29 of The Last Heir

“Books. Of course. Let me guess, romance?”

I took in the growth again before meeting his eyes. “Suspense. They were alright, but I was hoping for something more.”

“What’s more than suspense? Thriller? Horror?”

“A mix would be good. Something with a little of everything.”

Aimon gave a sarcastic laugh under his breath, rolling his eyes as he cut into his steak. “Hard to satisfy, I see.”

“Sort of like you.”

Green eyes turned to slits as his head cocked to the side. “Are you saying I’m picky, or that I didn’t satisfy you?”

I cut into my meatloaf. “Whichever one makes you feel better. Stop being so mean, and I won’t be mean back. I don’t want to fight with you.”

“Me either, but this is a conversation I think we should have. If I recall, you came just fine. Lots of times, in fact.”

“Aimon, enough.”

“Right? Answer me. You came a lot.”

“And two more times after you left. But who’s counting?”

The tightness of his expression softened, warping to amusement, then confusion. “You’re joking. Or aren’t you?”

“Aimon.”

“You’re either a good shit talker, or you’re telling the truth. I can’t tell because you’re savage as fuck when you want to be. And I think that’s the real you. You’re more like me than you’re letting on.”

“I’m done.” I stood, heading to the phone. When Thomas answered, I tried to ignore how I could see Aimon standing in my peripheral. “Hey, Thomas. I’m sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if it’s possible to get more books?” I paused, keeping my attention on Aimon’s towering frame as it got closer. “Yes, I already finished the others. Is there anything…darker? Maybe horror or thriller?”

“I’ll see what I can find.”

“Thank you.”

I hung up, sitting on the bed as Aimon shoved his hands in his pockets.

“You’re loud. You didn’t come twice after I left. You haven’t come at all since I made you.”

“Are you still on that? Let it go.”

“I can’t. Not until you answer truthfully.”

My arms crossed over my chest.

“Fay. You can tell me. I want to know.”

“Why? I don’t see how it matters?”

Aimon’s mouth parted before he caught himself. “Two more times after I left you crying in your bed? You don’t see how that might interest me?”

“No, because that’s none of your business.”

“Spill it, or I’ll find a way to get it out of you.” He took big steps, sitting on the edge, next to me. “Did you really get yourself off?”

“Say the rest.”

Aimon got quiet.