The Revenge Games Duet

I bury my head in her neck, thankful I have her.

I never expected this eccentric, gorgeous woman to come into my life and just complete me. She is a mirror of me, understands me better than I understand myself sometimes. A scary thought since we’ve only been in each other’s life for a week.

She was everything I needed that night when Alessandra left.

Some could say it was rebound, but I wasn’t rebounding from Alessandra. I didn’t love her like she needed to be loved. I wasn’t husband material and our living together proved that. I felt relief when Alessandra wanted out—she brought the giant elephant into the room that night and finally set it free.

“I fucking love you, woman.” I laugh, slapping her ass causing her to squeal in delight.

“Oh, bollocks, I give good head.”

“Yes,” I agree with a smirk. “Fucking good head.”

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

“As crazy as you.”

She lets out a sigh and stares into my eyes. I love the way her eyes twinkle when she smiles, switching between green and blue depending which way you look at her.

“I don’t care what happens between us. I have fun when I’m with you. I don’t want that to stop.”

“Why does it have to?”

“You know...” she trails off. “Feelings and stuff get in the way.”

I cup her chin again, bringing her face into mine until my lips are planted on her sexy mouth.

“So, let it.”

With an infectious grin, she kisses me back deeply which switches me into aroused mode. Pulling back, her stare is full of lust and follows with her falling to her knees again.

We celebrate the moment with what Poppy does best—an excellent blow job.

When she’s finished and I’m sitting on cloud nine, she reluctantly leaves the apartment to fly back home, but not before asking me for the millionth time if I’m okay.

I tell her I am in the end, simply to shut her up.

But I’m not.

How can I be?

Alone, in the dark, my head begins to conjure up things. Things that won’t go down well if Logan shows his face anywhere near me. He lied, h

e betrayed my trust, and he stole my sister ready to use her like he does every woman who enters his life.

He shouldn’t have messed with me.

I know every dirty little secret of his, everything but this.

And now I need answers.

I pick up my cell and dial his number—voicemail.

My rage intensifies with every missed call until finally, an hour later, his name appears on my screen.

I clutch at my cell with the tightest of grip, watching the color drain from my hand until it’s almost all white. I do my best to control my ill feelings toward him, but the second I answer and the call connects, I lash out at the one man I’ve trusted my life with.

Logan fucking Carrington—my ex-brother.