Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

“Noah,” she speaks, in a calmer, more pleasant tone. “I really need to be somewhere.”

I let go and stand close, obstructing her way. A wave of insecurity almost knocks me down, the emotion crushing my ability to think straight.

“Is that somewhere another man?” I blurt out of nowhere.

What the fuck, Noah? Is that what this is? Jealousy?

Pausing and turning my way, her eyes plead with me to back off. “No, but please… I need to go. I’ll text you tonight with somewhere we can meet up tomorrow. Scarlett’s back, so maybe we can meet at her place,” she says, defeated.

Scarlett. How easily I forgot about the real reason behind all of this.

And as if her personality has different buttons, her face contorts into a bitter stare. “Isn’t that who you’re after? Scarlett Winters... the movie star?”

My grip on her arm is tight.

Like she’s my possession.

The wicked bitch from the west.

I release my grip, instantly pleasing her. With my hand free, I raise it to her chin and pull it closer to me, slowly twisting as I caress her face with merely one stroke. Behind all the animosity, her eyes reflect defeat. And with the gentle rise and fall of her chest beating against mine, my own chest tightens, restricting my breathing. Yet, even without releasing a breath, the excitement streams through my veins and settles in the pit of my stomach.

This mad, sexual, tormented feeling pushes me to inch my mouth closer to hers until I feel her warm breath against my lips. “I want a lot of things, Morgan. I’m selfish that way.”

I could take her right now. Spread her legs and push her against the car. My mind is conjuring up a million different ways I can fuck her, yet I’m brutally interrupted when she shoves my chest in the opposite direction creating distance between us.

Clearing her throat while opening her car door, she blatantly says, “I’m not a giver, Noah. I like to receive. I’m selfish that way. Remember that, for future reference.”

Leaving me standing like a fool as the engine revs, I stare in disbelief as her words echo in my ear, watching her car drive away while I stand in the middle of the parking lot in sheer and utter confusion.

***

I’m not up for drinks with the work crew and instead settle for a tea party with the girls. The complete opposite of what I’d normally do back home. I’m beginning to grow fond of my nieces, despite my initial distaste for children.

Ava decides we need to bring out the fancier china since I’m the honored guest.

“Uncle Noah,” she says in a weird, overdone British accent. “Would you like some more tea?”

“Yes, please,” I say, drinking the air with my pinky raised.

“I’d prefer to be addressed as Your Highness.”

Lex is sitting across from me, covering his mouth with the little cup. Charlie hides her smile as well, at the same time Amelia announces the food is served.

“So what are we eating today?” I ask, staring at the blank plate.

“We’re eating a delicious sponge cake and caviar.”

“Together?” I cringe.

“Yes, Sir Mason. We here at the Edwards’ mansion enjoying only fine dining,” Amelia states confidently.

We all pretend to eat our sponge cake and caviar until Addison loses interest and stumbles to the other side of the playroom to amuse herself with some building blocks while babbling in her baby talk.

“Miss Addison is a horrid guest,” Amelia raises her voice.

“What about me?” Ava asks with big round eyes.

Amelia is quick to scold Ava, “You haven’t touched your caviar. At all. It’s rude manners to leave any plate with food.”