Ignite (The Disciples #4) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,86
else snoop for him.
Holy shit. He looked me up.
“Did you spy on me?” I swallow.
He reaches for a cigarette and lights up. “Yep.”
I eye him, wondering how much he knows. If he knew everything, he would have asked me, right? My past is rather gruesome, although my dad embezzling money seems kind of tame compared to Axel, so maybe not. I sigh and prop some pillows behind my back, watching him.
“How much do you know?”
“All of it.” He takes a drag and squints at me. Now, a normal girl would be outraged that her boyfriend—or whatever he is—did this. But since I’m far from normal and Axel is Axel, I’m surprised I got away with it as long as I did.
Sighing, I throw the sheet off. I’m not quite sure how to handle this. He knows about my ghosts.
I walk by to use the bathroom. Maybe I should act outraged that he invaded my privacy. That he knows my father was a monster and ruined my life.
Whatever, at least now I can stop pretending. Not that I was pretending. He’s right: I suck at lying.
It’s my birthday and he got me a present. I almost burst into tears.
“God, stop,” I mumble and start to brush my teeth.
“Antoinette, get your ass out here and open up your birthday surprises. After that, you need to get your birthday spankings, although that might have to wait until after the run,” he yells. “And don’t forget sunscreen.”
I look into the mirror and almost do a double take. I’m smiling like an idiot. Jeez, I’m crying; I’m smiling. I’m mad, then happy.
He’s right though. After the sunburn from Dolly’s welcome home party, sun protection is now part of my daily routine.
I bite my lip and my face heats up at the thought of that night. It wasn’t only the sex that made it the best day of my life. It was the laughing and watching movies the rest of the day. The eating cold grilled cheese sandwiches and ordering pizza. It was the way he touched me all night that made me want to tell him I love him.
Because I do.
No matter what happens, he’s my everything, and today is the day that all my secrets are out. No more hiding. I’m rolling the dice and betting on him. He hasn’t gotten rid of me yet. I smirk. If anything, every day we get a little closer, build a little more.
“Come on, baby. I’m a busy man.” Sighing I grab the sunscreen and slather it on. If he’s saying he’s busy that means he’s got things to do. Which is fine. I have to work anyway.
I walk out and slip on my favorite T-shirt of his. His eyes devour me in it.
“You like wearing the Dicks, huh?” He shakes his head at me.
“Yep.” I smile.
“Come here,” he demands, and I obey, stopping right in front of him. He smells like smoke and us, and all I want for my birthday is to snuggle my nose in his neck. He grins and his dark stubble tries to hide his dimples, but I see them.
“You know that’s the name of my old band right?” I barely hear him as I stare at his lips.
“Antoinette? Focus, babe.”
“Stop it.” I laugh because I’ve kind of given up on being coy or shy around him. He’s literally been in every hole and kissed my body everywhere, so why hide that I’m wet and want his lips on me.
“It’s my birthday. Wait, your band was the Dicks?” And it all makes sense. I mean, I knew that the shirt was a band shirt, but that explains why he has DICKS tattooed on the knuckles of his left hand. I’m not going to let the MJ on his right hand ruin my day. I’m not even gonna think about it. Oh God, I’m thinking about it. I have to swallow back my need to scream, Who’s MJ?
Realistically she can’t mean anything. If MJ was important she’d be here instead of me. He smirks and rubs my lips with his thumb forcing me to look into his beautiful eyes.
“Ask.”
I frown. I’ve got to work on my poker face. I hate that he can read my mind, although I was staring at his hand, so it’s not that hard this morning.
“No, I’m fine.” I spin out of his grip.
“Antoinette, if you ask me, I’ll tell you the truth always, but remember, you might not like the answers.”