Episode XXIII
Ayana's eyes flickered toward him, nervousness tightening her throat. "She told me a lot," she started, her voice faltering. "I think you should sit down for this."
Ayana rolled her eyes, unable to hide her irritation. Basket's lips twitched into a grin. "She's brave, isn't she?" he mused.
Ayana shifted uneasily. "When I talked to Honey, she told me she left after that night... the night we all had sex." Her words hung in the air, but she pressed on. "She said being with her son was more important than staying here."
Block leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "What son?" he repeated, his voice now sharp, laced with disbelief.
Ayana felt the weight of their stares. She swallowed hard before continuing, "She's in love with him."
As she left, Basket turned toward Block, reading the tension in his brother's face. "Something going on between you two?" he asked, his tone casual, but his eyes sharp.
Block didn't look up. "No. Nothing I can't handle," he muttered, standing and disappearing in the same direction Ayana had gone.
He nodded, his eyes gleaming with a quiet intensity.
He glared at her, his expression hardening. "What did you call me?" he asked, his voice dark, dangerous.
Christie tensed. "I didn't mean anything by it. I just... I only learned your name three days ago."
In a swift motion, he pulled her close, his lips crushing hers, silencing any further protests. "Say my name," he growled against her mouth, his hands gripping her waist.
Ayana could feel the rage emanating from him, his presence overwhelming her.
She understood his anger, understood why he was frustrated with her—but she also knew her own heart.
Reluctantly, she took the phone, reading the message displayed on the screen. Confusion washed over her, embarrassment creeping up her neck like fire.
Block's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You think so little of me?" His words cut deep, and her embarrassment intensified. She could feel her stomach churn, bile rising in her throat.
His arousal was obvious, his irritation simmering beneath the surface. He wanted her, and he didn't hide it. He glanced down at the bulge in his pants, tempted to pull over and take her right there in the car.
But tonight wasn't the night for that.