Page 49 of Make You Wish You Were Dead

I wince while carefully taking her arm that is wrapped around my stomach, off and then move her head that is resting on my shoulder and put it on my pillow.

I get up from the bed and put the cover back on Jane. I look down at her and admire her beauty. I move a curly strand away from her face, and behind her ear so that I can fully see her face.

Most definitely ruined.

I walk away from the bed and go to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I turn on the light and look at myself in the mirror.

I put on my briefs when Jane went to sleep because I didn't want to make her uncomfortable or anything.

The sound of buzzing makes me look away from the mirror and look at my pants that are on the floor.

I remember taking them off last night.

I look through the pockets of my pants and find my phone that is buzzing. I look at the contact’s name and tense up.

Cole Reyes.

Fuck.

The guilt rushes through my body as the memories from last night flash through my mind.

Jane's body on mine. Her lips on mine.

My lips on hers.

My lips everywhere.

Now doing that was one of the biggest rules that you cannot break. Relationships with clients are forbidden and a total no go.

It's fucking messy.

I don't do messy, and that was probably the messiest thing I have ever done.

But I fucking loved it.

A lot.

I press the Answer button and put the phone to my ear as I lean against the bathroom counter.

"Yea?" I ask.

"Is Jane okay? I heard about what happened," Cole asks once I answer.

I lean off of the counter and open the bathroom door a little so I can look at Jane. She is still sleeping; her light snores fill the room making me want to smile and go back to bed.

"She is safe. I wouldn't let anything happen to her," I assure.

"Good."

"What was that even about?" I ask as I lean against the counter again but still looking at Jane.

"Some threat that the Mexicans made because we won't tell them who our supplier is for the assassins. But Ace, Alex, Leo, and I are handling it."

"They always got to start some bullshit," I mumble.

"Yea. But I also wanted to call you to tell you that I want you and Jane to come back to California. I need her home with me."

"She isn't on break yet." I mention.