Mischievous Lies (Vengeful Lies #5) Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Vengeful Lies Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
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“That sounds awful,” I whisper in mock horror because third wheeling is not my idea of fun.

“You know you want to,” she teases, and I can’t help but sit on the floor cross-legged beside her despite there being another stool. I just want to appreciate what I have and who I have. And it’s nice to see Hope living out a happily ever after… in her own little morbid way.

CHAPTER 23

Ivy

When I decided to have a Friday night to myself instead of going out, I thought it would be me sitting on my couch naked, eating a bunch of takeout during a movie marathon. The six-foot-two, tatted asshole standing at my door with a cheesy grin thinks otherwise.

“I thought I said no to you coming over tonight,” I say.

“When did we have that conversation?” He pushes past me and into my apartment. I shake my head as I close the door behind him.

“I’m not going out tonight. You’ll have to find someone else to party with.”

Hawke shrugs as he looks around the living room and kitchen. He’s always looking at the mess I leave around, but he hasn’t commented on it yet. Everyone else does, and I don’t care. “It’s only a party if you’re there, Ivy. So if you’re not out there, then I’ll come here. Come on, we can order in food and braid each other’s hair. Fuck.”

I smirk, leaning against the counter and giving him a full cleavage shot. His gaze dips to my tits, and it gives me deep satisfaction at how responsive he is to me. I’m wearing matching shorts and a tank PJ set with lemons on them. The only reason I’m wearing anything is because the last time I ordered a pizza, the delivery guy almost tripped over himself when I answered the door naked. Then Billie got on my case, saying something about protecting the male species from unrealistic expectations.

“What if I don’t feel like having sex with you?” I ask.

He looks at me as if I’m crazy. “Come on, Ivy, everyone wants to have sex with me. Besides, it’s us.”

He says it is as if us is all I need to know. The cheek of this asshole. I flop onto my couch and pull out my phone, then scroll through the delivery options for tonight, purposely ignoring him.

His weight makes the couch dip, so I lean slightly into him as he sits beside me. “So what are we ordering?”

I glare at him. “Pad Thai with chopsticks.” I don’t know why, but the thought of a guy this big using something as delicate as chopsticks makes me want to laugh.

“Awesome. And what are we watching?” he asks, lifting my legs and hanging them over his thick thighs as he gets cozy.

“You’re seriously staying in with me tonight?”

“Yeah. Why are you making it weird?” He gives me a look like I’m the one who’s flipping the script between us. We don’t do this. Ever. We tease each other and play pranks on one another. Sure, maybe in a group setting, we’ve watched the same movie, but this isn’t our usual.

I think back on what Hope was saying earlier. Are we a good match?

Gah, my brain hurts. I’ve been doing too much of that lately—thinking. I pass him the phone and let him order what he wants. “I was watching a sci-fi movie.”

“You like that stuff?” he asks, surprised.

“Thought all I did was watch pornos?” I ask sarcastically.

“Preferably. I’d rather we make them, though. Do you think we’d make bank if we created an OF account?” he asks as he pulls my feet toward him.

“Like you need more money. And stop that.” I squeal and yank my feet away from him as he goes to massage them. His eyebrows shoot up, and I know I’m in so much trouble.

“Lover, are you ticklish?” he asks, his sausage fingers twinkling in the air mischievously.

“I swear to God, Hawke, if you— Stop!” I scream in a fit of laughter as he lunges for my ribs. I push at his face and try to wrestle against his weight. “Stop! I can’t… I can’t breathe.” I accidentally hit him in the mouth, and he leaned back, adjusting his jaw.

“Nice hook,” he says, his almost-black eyes twinkling with pride.

“I’ll aim for your nose next time if you ever try that again,” I pant, trying to catch my breath, the pump of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

“Women will still want me even with a crooked nose.” His arrogant gaze never leaves mine.

“Are you wanting to test that theory?” I ask absentmindedly because my body is only focusing on his hand that’s still pinned to my waist. Heat rushes over me as I become acutely aware of him. His smell. His overbearing and all-consuming presence. Simply Hawke.

“There’s another theory I’d like to test out,” he says as our heads naturally gravitate toward one another.


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