Page 70 of Tangled Lies

We all heard the thump as she slapped him on his back, but he just kept walking toward the SUV.

“Put me down; I can walk. I need to go punch Jett.”

“Come on, princess, Jett’s had a long night. He had you in his bed all night. Leave him be.”

We could all hear the argument, and Jett was smug as fuck.

“What did you have the shopper pick out?” I asked. Like I didn’t have a good fucking idea.

He held up his phone and flashed me some of the items he’d liked. I had to wipe the drool off my mouth.

“Uh. Yeah. Okay. I don’t see why she’d have any complaints about those.” I spoke far too fast.

“Well, you should see what the shopper sent over. I mean, I tried to be a gentleman. A girl’s got to have underwear and bras. I won’t lie, I thought about how easy the bras would be to take off and shit when I gave her my tastes. But then, it was not my fault if she didn’t like the stuff. I didn’t tell the shopper to send over sexy, or well, sexier shit.”

He flipped through and got to his log in for the store and the receipt. Complete with pictures. We continued to follow while he showed me images.

“I take it no fashion show later?” I asked.

Ronan smacked both of our heads.

“We have bigger things to worry about than what she will and won’t wear. She has clothes. She can bitch about it later. If we’re late, we’re all getting matching bruises,” Ronan said and pushed us ahead.

By the time we all got to the garage and the SUV, she’d stopped fighting. Talon buckled her in.

I looked her over. Not bad. Barone wouldn’t have any issues with how she looked today. Not quite Saint Mary conservative, but the personal shopper had kept her questionable choices to Margaux’s underwear.

“Nice dress, angel.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. The dress was pale yellow and had shorter sleeves. The neckline? Just low enough I got to enjoy her assets during the temper tantrum.

“Thanks. Jett said dress cute. What does that even mean? Whatever. Why am I dressing cute for you idiots anyway? We’ve already established I’m the part-time whore around here.”

We all froze in our places, Ronan forgetting to even start the car.

“Not what’s happening,” I said.

Jett sidled up to her. “Pretty girl. We’d never let a whore in our bed. And besides, you’re full-time.”

I saw it coming and didn’t even stop it. She slapped him extra hard, enough that the crack even made Ronan wince.

“I deserved that.” Jett rubbed at his jaw.

Ronan settled into his seat and we all got into place. No reason to be late over hurt feelings.

“You’re my fiancé. Remember?”

I elbowed Ronan and he sighed but grabbed out the ring box from his suit coat.

Jett snatched it out of his hand before Ronan could turn around.

“Mary us, Margaux.”

At least she was quiet as her eyes flicked this way and that.

Ronan, ever the romantic, reached back and grabbed her hand, making her look at him.

“It’s that or the alternative. You return to your uncle and my father puts you back on the kill list.”