Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate (Adelaide) novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Briar

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I woke, tangled up in Carter, and he was asleep, the light from the window casting across his

handsome face. I had dreamt of him in the most scandalous ways. He held me close to him,

and sometime in the night, I shifted from being the little spoon to a double pretzel, facing

him, with my cheek against my bare chest. I heard the clack of paws on the wood floor and

rummaging around in the kitchen. Footsteps came from down the hall, instead of continuing,

they stopped in front of the door.

The door burst open.

“Rise and shine!” My panic was only momentary as I looked over my shoulder to see Lana’s

jubilant face scrunch up and fall. She inhaled and smirked and Carter threw the blanket over

my ass before he threw a pillow at her which she dodged.

“As horny as it smells in here, I’m vastly disappointed. I expected to see ass and tits, and all I

get is a couple of lousy cuddlers. Nice thong, by the way,” she complained. “Did he at least

show you a good time?” she asked me, and was rewarded with another pillow that went flying;

this one from me. It hit her square in the chest. She caught it and grinned. “You got me!”

“Mind your own business, have you ever heard of knocking?” Carter asked, pulling me back to

him so my back hit his chest again after my assault of the pillow.

“Nah, it’s my house; anything you do here has the possibility of me walking in on.

“You’re worse than most men, Lana,” Carter accused, to which Lana bowed as she grinned and

shut the door behind her. Carter exhaled.

Carter held me in place a few moments before he finally released me to drain the dragon. I

fumbled out of bed and passed him to do the same as he came back into the room. After the

much–needed release of our bladders, I showed up in my tweety bird sleep tee and Carter in a

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Chapter 85

pair of pants and shirtless from the waist up. A warm mug was placed in my hands, and the

hangover reminded me of all of my regrets; but did I really regret it? I suppose time would

tell.

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Carter picked up my hand and dropped some Advil in, and I tossed it back with a swig of my

coffee. I eyed Mazzie and Lana, who were sitting at the table, their eyes watching us as they

smirked.

“Don’t look so smug, it’s not like we didn’t fall asleep to your mewling,” I said, leaning against

the counter next to Carter, who was doing the same. Lana about spit out her coffee, and Carter

grinned at her. She looked at Carter as if to confirm, and Mazzie waited for his response.

“Yeah, I was trying to ignore it when Briar brought it up. Tell me, Lana, did Mazzie at least

show you a good time?” Even Mazzie chuckled at that.

“Yes, yes, she did,” Lana insisted seriously, brandishing a piece of toast. She pointed the toast

at Briar, “You play dirty, I like it. Carter, keep this one.” I pretended to be lost at the bottom of

my coffee cup. Carter just chuckled in response and threw his arm over my shoulders.

“I dunno, we will see if she still likes me after training,” I eyed him. This didn’t sound like this

training thing boded well for me.

“What training?” Lana asked. “Some BDSM shit or something? Cuz if so, I want front row

seats.” Carter just rolled his eyes.

“That reminds me, we need to go into town, you need proper sneakers,” he told me. I just shrugged and nodded. I washed my cup out and headed into the room to get dressed. When

“Well, I’m glad, cuz I was just coming to say we should hang out sometime, minus the other halves, and don’t give me bullshit, you may not be official or an easily described situation, but he likes you enough to spend all this time with you, whether you’re a friend- she glanced at

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