Chapter 25
XANTHE
“That fucking bitch,” Ora growls, setting a slice of chocolate cake in front of me. “She doesn’t get to talk to you like that.”
I guess the thing that hurts the most is that she’s not wrong. Ghost used to be into all of these different things in the bedroom, but he hasn’t done them with me.
Does he think I’m such a prude that I wouldn’t be into them? I told him that I’d try anything once, and that was me hinting that I’d be open to it. I love him, all of him, and if there’s something he needs, I’m going to be the one to give it to him.
On top of all of that, when I stepped into the kitchen, I found Ora reading a book—one of my books. I stare at it but don’t say anything. I can’t process that little bit of information right now.
Ghost steps into the room, his eyes finding me instantly. He walks over and kisses the top of my head. “You want me to kick Brandy out?”
Wow.
Okay, I guess we’re doing this right now, then. “You heard?”
“I was just coming down the bottom of the stairs,” he explains, pulling out the chair next to me and sitting down. “I don’t want to see her face anymore, so if you say the word, I’ll get her ass kicked out of here.”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t want to do that. The other men like her, and…” I glance up to find Ora has already left the room.
“And what, little one?” he asks, tucking my hair back behind my ear.
“And she’s not wrong. You haven’t done any of that stuff with me, Ghost. I don’t want to bring Daisy back up, but she told me you like to use your knife in the bedroom, and that you cut her. And that’s what your ‘thing’ was. And you haven’t done that with me.”
He seems taken aback. “You’re different, Xanthe. You’re the first woman I’ve ever loved and ever will love. I’m not going to hurt you. I didn’t give a fuck about any of those women. It was all a game to keep me amused. I don’t need any of that with you.”
“You hold yourself back with me. And I don’t want you to.”
“Xanthe…” His jaw clenches. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
His eyes flicker with something I’ve never seen in them before.
Fear.
I reach out to touch his hand. “I do. I want you, Ghost. All of you. Not just the parts you think I want to see.”
“I don’t want the darkness to touch you,” he says, standing up. I can feel him shutting down. “Ever.”
“Ghost—”
“I’m going to go work out for a little while. Don’t leave here without me.”
He leaves the kitchen, looking frustrated.
Sighing, I finish the breakfast cake that Ora gave me to cheer me up, and then head back to Ghost’s bedroom.
Before I can make it there, the door beside Ghost’s opens, and Suit steps out in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants and a smile.
Wow.
I try to keep my gaze on his face, but damn. He has a really nice body. He’s perfectly muscled, not too bulky, and he has tattoos that are strategically placed so that when he wears his professional clothing, you can’t see any of them.
“Good morning,” I manage to get out.
He smiles, flashing sharp white teeth. “It is, isn’t it? Where’s Ghost?”
“In the gym.”
His eyebrows arch. “He still trying to be hotter than your book boyfriends? I told him he should give up. He can’t compete with that wingspan.”
I almost choke on my laughter. “What do you know about wingspan, Suit?”
“A lot of things.” He smirks, then steps closer to me. “Now, why don’t you tell Uncle Suit what’s put that worried look in your eyes. Did you find out about the cameras?”
“Uncle? That’s creepy as hell. And what cameras?”
He laughs but doesn’t answer.
“I do have something on my mind, but I don’t know if you’re the right person to talk to about it,” I admit, tapping my index finger on my bottom lip. “Maybe I should go find Bones.”
“Bones? What’s wrong with me? I’m more mature than he is.”
“You seem like you have a big mouth. And I know you like to shit stir. I need someone I can trust to keep their mouth shut about our conversation.”
“Sweetheart, I’m a lawyer. That is literally my job.”
He studies me. I study him. And then I sigh, “Okay, fine, but don’t make me regret it. If you tell anyone this, I swear, Suit, I will cockblock you for the rest of your life. I’ll tell all the women in town shit about you.”
His slate-gray eyes widen. “Wow, you have a real dark side to you. No wonder you and Ghost are a perfect pair.” He pushes his door open and nods. “Come on, quick. We have about fifteen minutes before he comes looking for you.”
I warily step inside his room, which is surprisingly neat, and sit on the corner of his bed, while he pulls up a chair.
“Okay, tell me.”
“What can I do to make Ghost stop holding back in the bedroom? I want him to use his knife and do all that other kinky shit with me that I know deep down inside he wants to do, but he thinks I’m too good and innocent and that I’ll run away scared,” I blurt out in a rush.
His eyes and mouth open at the same time. I’ve shocked him. I enjoy the moment. “Fucking hell, you two are soul mates.” He clears his throat. “Okay, you’ve come to the right person with that. I know all about kinky fuckery.”
I grin, and he shakes his head in amusement. “When do you want to do this? Now?”
“Yeah, why not?”
No time like the present.
He leans forward. “Okay, here’s what you’re going to do…”