Page 35 of The Devil’s Detail (The Greystone Family: Greystone Brothers #2)

Jackson

“I’m on my way.”

I call Jonno from the airport. I don’t even have my passport. I’ve had to call the office to bring it to me. I’m not even going home.

“Did you meet him?” he rasps out at me.

“I bailed,” I acknowledge curtly.

“Fuck, what a prince charming you turned out to be. He’ll be fuming.” I can hear the laugh in his voice. He’s a dark man at times.

“I don’t care. I need to get away. I need to think. Fuck . Carter, again.” My phone is blowing up. Carter, Ash, but mainly Carter. I press decline. “Carter’s calling non-stop.”

“Men, huh.” He laughs at his joke. “Jude’s coming, so meet him in Dublin. In fact, Aoife and Evie will be there as well. So you can meet them and come here. And, Jackson,” he pauses, “I think you made the right decision. Bonney was a dream. A sex utopia. But you can’t live and love that.”

I sigh. “I know. Not sure I want to live anything at the minute. See you in a bit.” I hang up and sit in the airport lounge. My phone buzzes again. Carter. I switch it off. I need to get a few things into perspective.

I know I wanted wild sex, I fucking love it.

But do I want a relationship as well? I know where Carter stands.

Maybe I could have both with him? Whilst initially I was freaked out, after thinking all night, it’s not unreasonable what he’s asking for.

And I’m not tied into it. It’s not a life of servitude I’m signing up for.

I can leave the relationship if I want to.

My eyes are drawn to the TV in the seating area.

‘Carter Maywood—’ his name is on the screen.

Full breaking news. They flash a picture of him and the dickhead duo in the park having that fucking picnic.

Every facet of his life is under scrutiny—every look, word, touch is presented to the ravenous public, for full display and dissection.

That is what being with Carter means. Gossip, intrigue, PR campaigns.

None of it is real. And it’s all too much.

And then there’s Jameson Bonney. Well, the fact I bailed is a good indicator of where I am with him.

If I would have wanted just wild sex, anonymous hands—and cock—he was the man.

For months I’d felt as if he was unfinished business.

But when it came down to it, he was finished.

To want round two, but not show your face?

To want me again, but all on his terms? It didn’t sit right.

Regardless of how mind-blowing the sex was.

I’d be in the dark—literally and figuratively—forever where he was concerned.

It felt contrived, not spontaneous. Some things shouldn’t be replicated. Things should and have to evolve.

Ireland is a little oasis for Greystone heaven with Evie, the kids, Jonno, Jude, and Marshall.

Jonno’s issue with his baby momma, and yet to be caught thief, dominate my mind.

My full attention is on them. But I get calls from CAshO—the administrator asking me to rebook an appointment.

I decline. And Carter? He calls regularly, some I answer, some I don’t.

The conversations are stilted, and very un-Carter-like.

I’m back to being security Jackson—business, and nothing more. I need time.