Filthy English by Ilsa Madden-Mills

Author:Ilsa Madden-Mills [Madden-Mills, Ilsa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Filthy English
Publisher: Little Dove
Published: 2016-07-08T18:30:00+00:00

AFTER REMI AND company walked out the door with a promise they’d be back with some bedroom furniture and the rest of her things at seven, I strode back into the den and collapsed down on the recliner.

Fuck, I was certifiably insane.

In what universe could I live with Remi in the same house?

How was I going to keep my hands off her?

You will because she’s wearing his ring and he’s what she wants. He’s on her list, remember?

While Elizabeth popped outside to talk on the phone with her friend Shelley, Declan grabbed two beers from the kitchen and handed me one. “So, a new roomie? That means income. Not bad, little bro.”

I gulped a swig down, my fingers toying with the label on the bottle. “Apparently.”

“She’s got a big-arse diamond on her finger.” Declan didn’t miss much. “Hartford’s fiancée?”

I nodded.

“You think it’s wise to live with her?” His eyes studied me.

“I can keep my dick in my pants.”

He tipped his beer up. Wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Uh-huh.”

I scoffed. “What? Her? You know she’s the Queen of Plans and Getting Shit Done? Trust me, I’m not up to her standards.” I spread my hands apart. “Plus, she’s with an Omega.”

“Yep.”

“She’s a klutz too. Falls over everything. She slipped in this club and fell right in my lap. You should have seen it.”

“Really.”

I sucked down a swig. “She’s into birds—big time. Like she’s planning on getting a doctorate—weird, right?”

“Maybe.”

“And that hair. It was long and she went and chopped it all off. I mean, the red is cool, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not long enough to wrap around my hand . . .” I stopped.

“I hadn’t noticed,” Declan said dryly.

“We got matching tattoos at the Friar’s Church.”

“Okaaay.” He’d been standing but sat down across from me on the couch, and even though I wasn’t looking him in the face, I felt the weight of his stare.

“Anything else you want to tell me about her?”

I exhaled. “Her dad died a few years ago. She—she knows what it’s like to lose someone. I told her about Mum—and the dragonfly. She got it.”

“Hmmm.”

“We got fake-married.”

Declan sputtered. “Not sure what that means, but you have my full attention. Care to explain?”

“No.” I stood and paced around the room, checking the window at the front to see if they’d left yet. They had. But she’d be back. Soon. I checked my phone. In about three hours. Great. I rubbed at the half-beard on my jaw. I needed a goddamn shower, and I hadn’t shaved since London.

“You’ve fucked her before, haven’t you?” Declan’s voice came from behind me.

I sighed, still staring out the window. “Yep.”

“And London?”

I turned to face him. “I didn’t fuck her in London—wasn’t like that. She fucked me.”

Surprise crossed his face, then a slow understanding. “And now she’s with him?”

I exhaled. “They were on a break.”

He sighed, his gaze evaluating me. “Ah, dude. I bet there’s a story there. Do you want to talk about it?”

I grimaced, shoving that shit way down.

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