Forever You're Mine (MINE #4)(7)

“I’ll do it before I leave for work.”

“I want it done now.” Smoke curled around her worn face. “Or you can start paying rent.”

I hated living here, but I didn’t have a choice right now. Every penny I made went towards the appeal and she knew it. She didn’t care if he ever made it out of there. She didn’t care about either of us. If it hadn’t been for my brother taking care of me, who knows where I would be.

I owed him everything.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” I needed to put on a bra first, especially if one of her many overnight guests were here.

“Hurry up,” she ordered, slamming the door behind her.

After collecting a few calming breaths, I put on a bra and did as I was told. Because honestly, what choice did I have?





I’m sorry, if you were right, I’d agree with you.

~Robin Williams





We were smack dab in the middle of our busiest hour. The crowd was thick, filling every square inch of this place with an obscene amount of people. Tonight had been a good night. No fights. No bullshit. Just a bunch of folks having a real good time. I should have known it wouldn’t last. To be honest, I should have seen it coming. I just never could have predicted my reaction. I was setting out to make my rounds when I saw them in the hall leading to the bathrooms. I couldn’t see her face, but I would know those tan legs anywhere. Plus, her boots were a dead ass giveaway. Black with red flames licking the sides and tips.

With a silent approach, I folded my arms across my chest. “Cora,” I twisted my wrist to study my watch even though I knew what time it was. Time for her to be finished with this * once and for all. “Break’s been over ten minutes now. Back to work.”

“I’ll be there in a sec,” she replied without looking at me.

“Now, Cora.”

That’s when he turned around to face me. Khaki shorts, pressed Polo shirt, flip flops, and shaggy hair. He was a mega douche of the epic kind. But that’s not why I couldn’t stand him. I hated him because he kept Cora a secret, scared of what his rich family and friends would think.

I did not like Denton Prescott.

Not one f*cking bit.

I especially did not like his hands on her hips. “I’ll call you when I get off,” Cora told him. “Can you come pick me up then?”

His eyes trained on me, the son of a bitch smiled. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Today, Cora,” I urged, my patience unbearably thin. Sweat dotted my forehead and my arms fell to my sides, fingers itching to be wrapped around his skinny little neck.

Cora reached up on her tip toes and planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He dropped his eyes, wrapping his arms around her and stealing her mouth in a deep kiss.

That kiss did something to me.

My blood heated with anger, and jealousy roared through me like an angry lion. Which was odd because I’d never cared about a woman enough to be that guy.

You know, the kind of guy who gave a shit.

But right now, I wanted to crush this *, and claim Cora’s luscious mouth for my own.

“What the hell, Cannon?” she said once he was out of sight.

“What the hell, Cora?”

With a hand to her hip she let go of an irritated huff. “You’re an *.”

I spun away from her, reminding my dick that we did not like the way she called me *. “This is news to you?” I asked.

She cut me off at the pass, her eyes narrowed and hot. Damn, she always looked good angry. Tonight was no different. But it was.

So f*cking confusing.

“No, but you could at least have some respect. You know, as my friend, to not be a complete dick.”

I folded my arms across my chest and without fail, her cheeks flushed a faint shade of pink. I could probably set my watch to it. It was the sweetest f*cking thing. I swallowed hard, fighting against the urge to feel that incredible heat beneath my palm.

“So you want special treatment?” I asked.

Her cheeks flushed with anger. “No!”

“Then keep those lips to yourself and do your job.”

She crossed her arms beneath her perfect tits, the swells teasing me from the scoop of her tank top. When she popped that hip, I almost lost my shit. “You may be my supervisor, but you ain’t my daddy, and I’ll kiss whoever the hell I want.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it you won’t.”

Her sweet cheeks held a beautiful shade of pink before she spun on a heel and walked away. “Go to hell, Cannon!”





Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.

~Arthur Miller





Love makes you crazy.

It makes you do things without question or reason. It makes you blind and deaf. And sometimes, it makes you downright stupid.

When I broke up with Dent, I had every intention of getting back together with him. It was our thing. It’s what we did. Break up. Make up. Get back together. Sad I know, but somewhere along the way I’d become dependent on him. I used him to escape even though it was beyond clear that we weren’t meant for each other. So last month I’d put my foot down. Or I thought I did. That was until he walked in here tonight.

When I met Denton Prescott at Archer’s three years ago, I knew right away I would love him. I didn’t really go for the preppy guys, but Dent was different. He never treated me like I was beneath him and never threw his money in my face. He was charming, sweet, and had a smile that could talk me into just about anything. It didn’t take much for me to fall for him.