Dirty Stack (The Devious Games Duet #2) Read Online D.D. Prince

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Crime, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Devious Games Duet Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 183
Estimated words: 178343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 892(@200wpm)___ 713(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
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Brit: I’m very very sry Violet. I was an asshole tonight. Too much to drink after a bad wk. Susanna said she’s apologizing for me but you should hear it from me. Hope you’ll forgive me.

I send a heart to Susanna. “Thank you for my shower. You’re the best flower girl EVER. She can fuck off for now. I don’t know if I like her, Suse. We’ll talk later.”

She writes back.

Fair enough. TTYL. XO

I’m really not sure if Brit is my cup of tea. Old me would probably accept her apology even if I didn’t want to. The way I’m feeling right now? I decide I’ll sleep on it and decide whether I want to reply to her tomorrow. Or not.

I tuck my phone into my purse.

“I don’t know if that was pregnancy hormones or what. I’ve never grabbed anyone by the hair before.”

Killian laughs. “It was sexy, baby. Made me hard.”

“I’d had just about enough of her before she put her hands on you. She was horrible all night. Just crass and loud and ugh. I don’t think I like her. I can’t believe she grabbed your ass.”

He laughs.

“Tell me about the rest of your afternoon. You said you had stuff to tell me.”

“Oh. Yes!”

I then fill Killian in about my meeting with Peter and tell him that I’m thinking about taking the job, to prove to the company that I absolutely am capable of not only doing Shara’s job but doing it better than she ever did. Without alienating the staff.

And he encourages me to take it and prove it to myself because it’s what I think that matters way more than what other people think.

“Though, it’s good to show ‘em, too. Whatever you want, baby, I’m right here, believing in you.”

That gets me weepy, and he holds my hand all the way home.

44

Killian

Ten minutes after we get in, I’m freshly showered, ready to go fool around with my gorgeous, confident, feisty wife, but she’s asleep. She’s asleep in a low cut lacy black nightgown with wine-colored roses outlining the plunging neckline. It was a gift from Susanna and it touches her ankles, but the full skirt is sheer and split up to nearly her hip on one side.

I climb in and pull the blanket over us. She rolls into me and makes a cute little snort-snore as she nuzzles in.

Smirking, I smell her hair while dropping a kiss on her cheekbone. Not getting any ass action tonight, obviously.

***

I wake no less than five times through the night, taking time to fall back asleep each time I do. Nightmares plague my brain all fucking night long. I’m just grateful Violet’s beside me, not somewhere else or I’d probably walk circles in my sleep each time before waking.

***

“Morning,” she says, kissing my jaw. “I fell asleep on you last night.” She looks into my eyes. “Sorry about that.”

“You did.”

“Did you sleep well? You look like you’ve been up all night.” She runs her hand up my chest and wraps it around the side of my neck affectionately.

“Yeah, shitty sleep,” I say, rubbing my eyes.

“Because we didn’t get to fool around? I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t feel bad, baby. Just got a lot on my mind.”

You should try to catch a few hours before we go to the doctor’s.”

“I’ll catch up tonight,” I say and kiss her.

“Ugh.” She flops back. “Is the room spinning or is it just me?”

“Want some crackers and tea?”

“Yeah.” She closes her eyes and throws her wrist over her forehead.

***

We leave Violet’s doctor’s office with good news. Not only will the next appointment give us a chance to hear the baby’s heartbeat but also everything appears on target with her hormone levels. And provided there’s no further bleeding or other issues cropping up along the way, we’ve got a green light for as much sex as my wife wants.

And she looks at me as she hears this, dimples on her cheeks with a look in her eyes that tells me she wants a lot of it.

I wiggle my brows at her, hearing her doctor, an older guy that has looked after Violet since she was born, let out an amused chuckle.

***

She gifts me with a beautiful wide smile all evening because of the event I managed to get us tickets to.

It’s the school Christmas pageant for Alana’s boys. It’s two hours of Christmas songs, bloopers and blunders, and adorable four-to-twelve-year-old kids doing a series of Christmas skits.

We sit with Alana, her mother, and with Patricia and her husband Don. Violet’s face has to be hurting from all the smiling, especially when mishaps happen, like the cute little blonde Christmas angel with the ringlets that wouldn’t stop picking her nose. How Ash forgot his lines as one of the wisemen in Bethlehem and said, “Oh crap, I forgotted.” How another little boy kept spinning when he was supposed to stay still.


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