"Gigi."
"I love you, Grandma."
"Love you too, Kay-Bear. Give him hell for me."
Chapter Twenty-Five
Brendon
The pen is heavy in my hands. It's sleek. Silver. One of those hundred-dollar fountain pens.
Honestly, I don't see the appeal.
It spills ink the same as any other pen.
And there's my name on the dotted line.
This is the last form.
As soon as the transfer goes through, I'm officially an Inked Hearts co-owner.
This is everything I want.
It should thrill me.
But my thoughts are stuck on Kay.
Dean picks up the pen and signs. He's in the chair next to me.
He hands it off to Walker. "You look cranky as fuck, Brendon."
Walker shoots him a drop it look.
I can practically hear Ryan rolling his eyes. "You ever shut the fuck up?" He looks to the lawyer sitting behind the desk. "Sorry."
"I've heard worse." The lawyer's voice is flat. Like he only cares about dollar signs and dotted lines.
Dean is fucking annoying.
But he's right.
I should be over the moon.
I shouldn't be thinking about all that desire in Kay's eyes.
I've had half a day to get over it, but I haven't.
I've thought about Kay a million times, but I always knew it was a fantasy. That I wouldn't throw her on the bed and split her in half. That I wouldn't order her onto her knees and fuck that pretty pink mouth. That I wouldn't slam her against the wall and fuck her hard enough to leave bruises on her cheek.
But I could.
She knows every dirty thing I want to do to her.
And she wants that too.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Kaylee