Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,19
sound stopped, only for it to start up again.
“Who could that be?” he asked, raising his brow.
My phone rang once more. “If you let me go, I can check.” I attempted to break free, but I wasn’t going anywhere until he decided to release me. “It’s probably my boss.”
Natasha had been understanding when I told her about my father getting hurt. Of course, I left out many details. No one outside our circle needed to know what really happened.
With a heavy and hesitant pull of air, Brick removed his hand from mine but didn’t move back, continuing to pin me against the lip of the vanity. “I will fuck you today.” His blatant comment left no room for debate, and at this point, I didn’t want to argue.
A moment later, he moved back, allowing me enough room to walk out and snatch up my phone from the bedside table where I left it to charge.
As I swiped the screen, it lit up, flashing the name Andy. Brick was behind me, startling me when he leaned over me and looked at my phone.
“Who’s Andy?” He attempted to conceal the jealousy in his voice but failed.
I wasn’t ready to tell him about Andy yet, still trying to wrap my head around how to broach the subject with him.
“Just a friend.”
Instead of saying anything else, he grunted, taking a seat on the bed. He wrapped his fingers around my wrist when I moved away from him, wanting to take the call in private.
“What are you doing?”
“Just a friend?” he asked. I nodded. “Then you can take the call here, in front of me.” The small smirk on his face shifted to one of annoyance the longer we stared at each other. But it was only seconds, as I answered the call before it went to voice mail.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Zo. I’ve been trying to call you for the past two days.” I’d seen the missed calls and meant to call back, but I’d been preoccupied with the obstinate man sitting in front of me.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I’ve been busy.” I looked at Brick and I wanted to divulge everything, but I might freak him out if I didn’t find the right time to tell him everything.
“How’s your dad?”
“He’s doing better, thanks.”
“That’s good.” There was a small pause before the conversation picked back up. “A few of us are going out tonight and wanted you to come. Can you break away for a little bit and join us?” Another small pause. “Please. I haven’t seen you in what feels like forever and would love to catch up.” The reality was, we’d just seen each other two months ago, before I left London.
“I didn’t know you were in town.”
“Surprise.”
A small laugh escaped me, and I smiled. I’d always enjoyed our time together and did really want to catch up. “Okay. Text me the details and let me see what I can do.”
“Great. And, Zo… I miss you.”
A single heartbeat later, I replied, “Me too. Talk later.” I hung up the phone, all too aware of the bristling man sitting only feet from me. His eyes never left mine, even though I was still naked. Guilt enveloped me even though I’d done nothing wrong. Correction, there was something I hadn’t told him yet, and I supposed some people would construe that as lying.
“What did Andy want?” he asked, saying my friend’s name with a measure of distaste.
“A few of my friends are in town and want to get together tonight for dinner.”
“No.”
“No what?” I tilted my head in confusion.
“No, you’re not goin’.” His lips curved upward but his tone belied his expression.
“And why is that?”
“It’s a safety issue.”
“We’ll be in a public place. And you can drop me off and pick me back up when we’re done if you want. What’s gonna happen?” While I understood his concerns, I didn’t see the harm in meeting my friends for dinner and possibly a few drinks, only to come right back here.
“First off, you wouldn’t be goin’ anywhere without me, so to offhandedly suggest I can take you and pick you back up is asinine. And second, a lot can happen.”
He pushed back, asserting himself and making decisions for me, which I didn’t appreciate. I didn’t care how worried for my safety he was; he had no right to try and dictate what I could and couldn’t do.
Changing tactics so our conversation didn’t turn into an argument, I made a proposal. “Why don’t you come with me, then?”