“I’ve always loved the idea of you two being together, and when it finally happened, I was thrilled. But I will not let you break her heart again. So whatever hangups you might have, you either get over them right now, or let her go for good.”
I can’t say I’m exactly surprised by her words. Juliet has always had a strong backbone and doesn’t take anyone’s shit.
“I’m not letting her go, Jules.” She raises one eyebrow and looks at me with heavy scrutiny. “I’m in this. For good this time.
Finally, she nods her head and gives me a bright smile. “Then I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks, sis.” I pull her into a tight hug, but when she hears the water from my bathroom turn off, she says a quick goodbye and hurries away.
I go straight to the bathroom and roam my eyes over Morgan’s naked and dripping wet body. She turns to look at me when she senses me standing in the doorway. Her hair is soaking wet, sticking to her shoulders and cheeks and her body is flushed pink from the hot water.
“Juliet brought you some clothes.” The pink flush turns to crimson at the mention of my sister and the fact that she obviously knows what happened between us.
I step further into the bathroom, gripping her hips and pushing against the counter top. I’m only in a pair of sweats, so it’s impossible for her not to feel exactly how she’s affecting me right now. I lean down and lick up the droplets of water along the skin of her neck before biting down with more force than necessary.
“Bryce!” Morgan cries as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me tighter against her. I grind my hips, pulling a moan from her throat. I grip tightly onto her hips, ready to lift her up onto the counter when the door buzzes again. I groan in irritation because as much as I want to fuck Morgan again, I also want to feed her.
“Get dressed and I’ll get the food.” I love the fact that she looks as frustrated as I am, so I lean in and kiss her again. “Don’t worry, babe. We’ll be picking this back up later.”
* * *
I pullup in front of the office, immediately noticing my Dad’s car in his usual spot. I let out a small chuckle, because I’m not at all surprised at the fact that he’s here today. He’s not a workaholic in the traditional sense of the word. But since he gave all of the employees time off until after the new year, he’s going to come in and make sure everything is good so there are no issues and he can also take the time off as well. Dad loves the holidays, which is why he shuts down the corporate offices during them. He always makes himself available if there’s an emergency, but he likes to enjoy his time with our family as much as possible.
When I get up to the top floor of the building, I make a beeline directly for Dad’s office. I’m not surprised to find him hunched over his desk going through a mountain of paperwork. He’s always been the best example a son could ask for. Hardworking and motivated. But unfailingly dedicated to his family. I knock softly on his door and he looks up at me with a bright smile.
“Hey son, what are you doing here today?” I walk further into the office, not totally sure why I feel nervous right now. Of all people, dad is one that will understand completely why I’m asking what I’m about to ask him.
“I need to talk to you about something.”
CHAPTERELEVEN
Morgan
Ihold back a sigh as I watch the woman in my store yet again pick up the same jewelry box that she’s picked up and put back down four different times now. If it weren’t for the huge pile of items that are already sitting on the counter waiting for her to pay for, then I’d probably tell her I’m closing early just to get her the hell out of here. But, doing a quick calculation, her purchase is going to be at least five-hundred dollars. I’m not stupid enough to turn that down. Besides, Bryce is still at the office. I’m not sure when he’s going to be done, but he said to just come over when I close tonight.
My emotions have been all over the place today after last night. The revelation that he didn’t actually cheat on me has been giving my heart whiplash all day. One minute I’m thrilled at the fact that he never actually betrayed me by sleeping with Natalia. The next, I’m pissed because I’ve been miserable for the past year, and he betrayed me by letting me believe that he did sleep with her. It’s been an interesting day to say the least.
The woman picks up the jewelry box again, but this time she doesn’t put it back down. Finally, she walks up to the counter and adds it to the rest of the items she’s picked out over the past hour she’s been in here. I ring her up, wrap and bag all of the items, and walk her to the door. I look around and notice way too many empty spots and shelves for my liking, so I go to the back storage room to pull out more inventory.
I load the new items in a box and when I walk back out to the front of the store, it almost falls from my hands.
“What are you doing here?” Bryce looks at me with an amused smile before rushing over and taking the box out of my hands.
“Wow, is that any way to greet a customer?” He sets the box down and immediately begins carefully unloading the items in it.
“Customer, huh?”
“Yep. I’m looking for something for my girlfriend.”
“Hmm,” I pretend to be thinking hard, and I have to admit that I’ve really missed this sweet flirty side of Bryce. He’s never been one to take things too seriously and that may have been one of my favorite things about him. He worked hard and knew when it was time to work and when it was time to play. “Well, can you tell me a bit about her? Maybe I can give you some ideas.”
Bryce stops what he’s doing and steps closer to me. His hands grip my hips and he traps me between him and the table behind me.
“Well,” he says casually, like we’re still having a conversation about someone else. “She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”Okay, swoon.“She’s sarcastic, but so funny.” He leans down and places a soft kiss on my neck. “She likes the color yellow but doesn’t wear it because she thinks it makes her look like a lemon.” I let out a little gasp because I know for sure I only made that comment once, when I was in high school. How the hell does he remember that? “She also loves roses and hates when people put baby’s-breath in bouquets.”
“She sounds like an interesting person.” My words come out low and breathy because his lips move to the junction between my neck and shoulder and he knows that spot is weak spot.
“She is. She also loves anything with peanut butter and chocolate, and she’ll eat pretty much anything if put cheese on it.”