Page 56 of Revenge Puck

Juliette: I’m not brave enough for that.

Aaron: Oh honey, I bet you’d surprise us both.

Baby.

Honey.

The endearments slide into my cerebellum, down my core, straight into my nether regions, pooling in a warm heat between my thighs.

TEN

AARON

Juliette never did send me a video of herself getting off.

Not surprising, but somewhat disappointing, as I never shy away from a pair of nice boobs—but at least she’s proved to be consistently cutesy.

I also appreciate knowing she’s not that easy. She’s not showing off her pussy to anyone who asks, even though she’s obviously interested.

Unlike some people.

My helmet is at my feet, phone in hand, ass planted on the bench as my thumb hovers over the keypad. I’ve been sitting like this for at least three minutes while the rest of the guys finish removing their gear round me—tape ripping, blades scraping, laughter echoing in the locker room.

I barely hear any of it because Bailey’s name is on my screen.

Again.

Bailey: Can we talk? I need closure.

Sheneeds closure?

Bailey: Please, I need you to hear me out.

Bailey: It won’t take long.

She is relentless.

It’s irritating.

The fucking nerve of this woman. Closure? She has the nerve to ask me for closure when she was the one cheating and sneaking around?

I lock my phone.

Unlock it to stare at her messages again.

Glance up in time to see Declan pretending not to stare at me. When our eyes lock, and I glower in his direction, he immediately looks away, the kid who got busted with his hand in the cookie jar and powdered sugar on his mouth.

He suddenly becomes very interested in his stick tape. His gloves. The floor. Literally anything that isn’t me.

More buzzing.

Bailey: I need five minutes of your time.

Five minutes?

To explain away over a year and a half?

That gets me. Has me tapping away at the letters and hitting send.