I know I sure as hell want to.
My brother would tell me that would be the wrong thing to do. Even I have enough self-control to know that’s true. I may be an impulsive dick who does everything his mama wants him to, but I can control my urges no matter how strongly they consume me.
And the need to plow my fist into Reginald Lancaster’s arrogant, ugly face is pretty fucking strong.
There’s a soft meow and then Doja Cat jumps onto the couch, joining me. She pads right over to me, settling on my lap, her golden eyes watching expectantly. I give her a scratch beneath the chin and it’s as if a button switched on. All I can hear is her loud purring.
Charlotte loves this cat. Hell, even Jasper does, though I can tell he doesn’t want anyone to know it. I’ve caught him more than once sweet-talking her in the kitchen in the early morning, just before I take off for work. He always goes quiet when I catch him, but I don’t say anything.
Neither does he.
I’ve gotten used to Jasper being around all the time. And Doja. At first, I didn’t give a shit about that cat since we didn’t really grow up with pets when I was a kid. But Doja forced herself on me. Rubbing herself against my legs. Jumping up on me when I sit on the couch. Following me everywhere, gazing at me with those fathomless golden eyes.
What can I say? She’s cute.
I wonder if Jasper watches over Charlotte, too. Maybe that’s why he came with her, like a package deal. Did he protect her from her father? With those bruises I saw, seems like he didn’t do a very good job.
And is he living with us because he’s going to protect her from me?
The thought kills me. I may be a Constantine, and we’re known to be ruthless and unlikable. Even downright cruel and unyielding, but like I’ve always said…
I’m the nicest one of the bunch.
Just don’t push me.
The door suddenly swings open and in walks a smiling Charlotte, her blonde hair piled on top of her head and wearing what looks like a giant black shirt that she’s calling a dress. It’s too short—naturally—and it shows off those sexy-as-hell legs.
I stare at her, my dick twitching. Fuck, this girl. She’s growing on me.
No. It’s more than that. She’s already grown on me. I want to protect her from her shit family. I want to stand by her and give her the strength I know she needs. I enjoy arguing with her. Causing that fire to flash in her eyes when we banter. I like how I feel when I’m with her, as if I have purpose. I’m not just Perry Constantine, the fuckup.
I’m Perry Constantine, the second son who works at Halcyon and will be married to a beautiful woman. A man who’s got it all.
I want to make my family proud.
I want to make my new wife proud too.
Fuck, I’m ridiculous, but it’s all true.
I’ve been avoiding her because I didn’t want to face how she makes me feel, but here I am, bathing in my feelings. Realizing all at once that I’m not just attracted to her, I can actually envision a future with her.
A future that could be pretty damn great if she was on board.
I’m not in love with her—I’m not that delusional. But I could grow to care about her. Eventually fall in love with her.
Right?
The cat hops off my lap and runs to greet her owner with a welcoming meow.
“Doja! Such a pretty kitty.” Charlotte’s eyes are sparkling as she glances over at me, and she does a double take, pausing in the foyer.
“Oh. You’re home.” She states the obvious.
“I am.” I clutch the glass I’m still holding extra tight. “Where were you?”
She rarely goes anywhere, especially at night.
“I, uh, had a fitting for my wedding dress today,” she answers.