His sense of superiority is so inflated, it could take over Madison Square Garden.
Ciara
Okay. Not good.
Harley
The man is old enough to be my grandfather, but he made a pass at me, even though he knew I was at the luncheon with his son.
Ciara
WHAT???
Ciara
#Douchebag
Harley
Right? I hate bullies. And that’s exactly what his father is. So, I pulled out my trusted pin—aka my tongue—and poked a big fat hole in said inflated ego. That deflated him real fast.
Ciara
Good on you for standing by your man, even if it is a fake relationship.
My eyes shift to my gorgeous fake boyfriend standing next to me as naked as the day he was born. My gaze lingers on his cock. Even when he’s not hard, he’s a big boy.
I return my focus to my phone.
Harley
I think Kaz has been living in that toxic relationship for so long, he’s accepted it. I wasn’t going to stand for it.
I did for Kaz what I wish someone had done for me growing up in a family that’s so dysfunctional, it would leave most psychiatrists baffled.
Ciara
I’ve been in the crosshairs of Nik’s toxic sibling. People like that are soul-destroyers.
Harley
They are.
I’ve lived with two soul-destroyers my whole life.
I feel Kaz’s attention on me.
I look up at him.
He stares down at me, brows knitted in a frown.
I smile.
He holds my gaze.
What would it take to make you laugh, Kaz Lindström?
He shifts his attention back to his phone.
