Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

“You’re asking me that?” I ridicule her, shaking my head, almost laughing at her ridiculous question. “You’re the one carrying the baggage.”

She appears offended, her wolfish expression quickly following. “And you’re not? Tell me now, why did life get so complicated back home?”

I stand in silence, not answering her question.

“Yeah, exactly. We all have our baggage. We all have our lies. The question is, are you ready to lay all yours on the table for me to see?”

More silence.

What the fuck does she expect me to do? Turn around and forgive her, then play happy houses with her and her husband.

“I didn’t think so. So, before you go judging me, take a look at yourself. None of us are perfect,” she fires back hastily. Morgan turns around, attempting to leave the room before I do.

Just before she steps out into the hall, I fire one more question at her. The one question eating away at me. “Answer me one thing,” I snarl. “Do you still sleep with him?”

Her complete body swivels to face where I’m standing. Wearing an emerald-green dress which flares out toward the bottom, it showcases her long, lean legs which my eyes try their hardest to ignore. Even when I’m looking at the floor, I see her gold pumps strapped around her ankle and all I want to do is rest them on my shoulder and kiss every inch of her skin.

“Yes, Noah. I sleep with him. I don’t fuck him, but we do share the same bed. For the sake of our son.”

And the thought that threatened to eat away at me just took its first bite.

I laugh, covering up the hurt and anger swirling throughout my twisted mind. “Right, Morgan, you answered my question perfectly.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

It would have been easy to drown my sorrows in a big bottle of booze last night, but I was sick of feeling hungover and out of control. Not to mention I have terrible judgment when I’m intoxicated.

Mom has a late afternoon flight back home, so she’s spending most of the day out with some friends.

When it comes time to say goodbye, I can’t help but miss her already.

“You’ll get through this, kid,” she tells me with a reassuring smile. “You can get through anything. Just don’t end up in jail... again.”

I wish I could believe her. But I question everything in my life with no conclusion reached. It’s just way too much for me, so I just block it out. For now.

Charlie has the girls staying over at Lex’s sister’s house so we can have a proper night to adult. Now, I’m assuming a bottle of tequila will be present but I’m misinformed.

I arrive home from the airport, and both Charlie and Kate are dressed in PJs, their hair tied up in messy buns.

“Do you guys do realize it’s only seven o’clock?”

“Yes.” Charlie smiles. “Go put your PJs on.”

“Uh, why?”

“Because when girls have their hearts broken, this is how we recover. Now go get changed and be back here in ten minutes.”

I laugh loudly, watching the two of them stare at me like a pack of angry wolves. I shake my head repeatedly while making my way upstairs. I decide to wear my gra

y sweats and a white tank since I don’t own PJs with fluffy bunnies on them like Charlie and Kate.

As I step closer down the stairs, the aroma of pizza lingers in the air. I didn’t have much of an appetite today, stopping only for coffee and a pack of mints. But I sure feel hungry now.

“We’re eating pizza? Is that it?” I ask both of them.

“No, silly,” Kate scolds playfully. “That’s just the first course.”

Charlie stands in front of the television. “Okay… do we watch The Notebook or Titanic?”