Scarlet Disaster: Little Red Duet (Cheeky Fairy Tales Book 3) by Colette Rhodes

Author:Colette Rhodes [Rhodes, Colette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-08-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Brooks’ ice blue wolf eyes met mine from a few feet away where his big furry head was resting on his front paws, his gaze full of judgment.

He didn’t understand why we were here, not really. I’d tried to explain it on the car-ride over here, but I’d been stuck between lingering horniness from Lou’s enthusiastic performance back at the bar and animalistic rage at Frank for showing up there.

Somehow, Brooks and Gabriel hadn’t been able to interpret my grunts and broken sentences, but they’d come with me to patrol Lou’s house anyway because they were good friends. Good friends who were a little too interested in her, but good friends regardless.

They probably thought I was being overcautious, guarding Lou’s house like this, but I knew I wasn’t. I’d seen that flare of excitement in Frank’s eyes when he’d left the bar. He’d looked at Lou like he was thinking let the games begin, then called her by the wrong name like he was dropping a bomb at the table.

It had taken everything in me not to dive across the fucking booth and go for his throat right there and then. Only having Gabriel and Brooks’ calming—or rather confused—presence had kept me grounded. Well, that and Lou’s dainty hands fisting my shirt, the taste of her still on my tongue. So much for protecting her from a distance.

“You do realize I hate you as well, right? You’re not the good guy in this scenario.”

Lou’s words kept playing in my mind on repeat, never letting me forget that this was all for show. I deserved her hatred, I’d wear the scar from that self-inflicted wound. I wouldn’t abandon her to Frank’s games though, even if she resented me every step of the way. I’d prove to him that as far as Lou was concerned, there was nothing here for him.

But I couldn’t let myself get lost in the lie, either. Even if it wasn’t for show, I had to keep my distance so the mating urge didn’t rise again.

“You’re not the good guy in this scenario.”

Fuck, that hurt. I’d always thought of myself as a good guy. I was a little unsettled, sure, but I always tried to do the right thing. I called my parents twice a week, no matter where I was in the world. I remembered all of my nieces’ and nephews’ birthdays—all 21 of them—and I always sent gifts. I helped old ladies cross the street, and I was very upfront and respectful with the young ladies I took to my bed.

Was I really not a good guy after all? It wasn’t a great time for an identity crisis, but now that it was in progress, I couldn’t seem to rein it in.

I glanced up to check on Gabriel, who was draped over a tree branch nearby in his jaguar form, his sleek black fur blending into the night. We’d agreed to take turns sleeping so we all got a couple of hours’ rest, but I didn’t think he was really asleep.

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