Page 120 of Reaper's Claim

Lucky for me, I dropped it when I walked into the bedroom, and it landed on the carpet.

“Dropping it won’t break it.”

My head snapped up after I picked it up.

“Um sorry. It’s…um… my dad.” I quickly walked across the room and handed the phone to him.

Seeing as Dad had kept ringing, it gave me the impression he wasn’t going to stop till Reaper answered.

After giving him the phone, I walked to my wardrobe to getanythingto cover myself with.

I hovered in there for a bit longer, not wanting to overhear their conversation. No need to make an awkward situation more awkward!

When I was wearing jeans and a black tank top, I wandered back into the bedroom, only to be surprised by an empty bed.

It was when I heard noise coming from the en-suite that I put it together.

I leaned against the doorframe, waiting for him to come out. Then when he did, I had to take a sharp breath. With no top on, leather vest, and stained jeans, how was it possible for a man to be that darn hot?

The tattoos covered his chest, only highlighting his defined muscles. I literally had to drop my eyes to the ground before he saw how turned on I was getting seeing him like that.

“I should…” My words dried up, what was I saying again? Oh yeah. “I’ll make sure no one is in the hallway for you.”

I was already walking towards my bedroom door before he could answer.

I doubted he wanted to be seen coming out of my room.

“Abby, about last night.” His rough voice and the fact he was now standing behind me sent my skin alive with prickles.

“Don’t worry about it.” I turned quickly, cutting him off. “Seriously.”

He had made no promises, and I hadn’t expected anything of him. It was a one-night thing that I only wished was an every night thing.

I faked a small smile, “You better go before Dad calls again.”

Knowing Dad, he would be barking at Reaper to do something.

He nodded his head, and I poked mine out the door just to check it was clear and when it was, I opened the door wide for him.

He didn’t look back, and I didn’t linger around waiting for him to. Instead, I closed the door and cursed softly.

It's official, I’m hooked on the Reaper.

***

“Breakfast smells good,” I said, walking into the kitchen to see Kim.

She looked me up and down, “Your sex hair looks good too.”

My expression dried. She was lucky that no one else was in here.

“Shut up, Kimberly.”

She smirked and flipped a pancake. “So want to explain why I didn’t see you sneaking out to go meet the university boy?”

“Want to talk about how I have excellent hearing and heard you and Trigger tripping up the stairs?” I nabbed a pancake and started to pull it apart before eating it.

She scoffed and kept her words to herself. Which turned out to be a good thing cause as luck would have it, our dad just so happened to walk into the kitchen that very minute.