A Villain’s Lies Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
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Nope.

No luck.

Driving around, I almost give up.

That is until I spot her car—the very same one I bought her—parked out front of a dive bar. Through the large window, I can see her dancing. What the fuck? Jumping from the car, I head straight inside.

She’s wearing heels, a tiny skirt that should be illegal, as I can see straight up to her lacy pink underwear, and a skin-tight white T-shirt. Her two-toned hair is down and wavy, swinging loosely as she sways from side to side, moving to Rhianna like no one is watching. Only everyone is. People around the bar are cheering her on as she sways her beautiful shapely hips.

“Avani.”

She pauses when she hears her name, then her glassy eyes find me, and she smiles.

“Grayson. Oh, my Grayson… Did you propose to your girlfriend tonight?” she sings.

“No.”

“Why not?” she asks but doesn’t keep eye contact long enough to wait for my answer.

“I can see up your skirt, Avani. That means other men can see up your skirt too.”

“Lucky them.” She keeps dancing, so I reach up and lift her from the bar. She doesn’t make it easy, as she continues shaking her head from side to side and kicking her feet as I lower her.

“We had plans tonight. Did you forget?” I remind her.

Her nose wrinkles as she looks at me. “As if I wanted to come on a date and watch you with her.” She shakes her head lazily and flags down the bartender. “Another one,” she tells him.

I stare him down and growl loudly. “No, you fucking won’t. She’s had enough.”

“You are such a spoilsport. You know that?” She pushes away from me, but I capture her wrist.

“Where are you going?”

“To the bathroom, stalker.”

I let her go and ask the bartender for a bottle of water. Looking in the direction she went, I find her shaking her hips at a guy sitting in front of her. She moves in closer, and his hand raises to touch her waist as I walk up behind him.

“One finger touches her, I’ll cut it off.”

Avani ignores me because that’s what she’s good at, and the guy grunts.

“She doesn’t want you, man. Fuck off.” I reach for my knife and slide it under his fat chin and hold it as he goes to touch her again. “Touch her. I dare you.”

“Fuck, it’s just pussy,” the guy retorts.

“That’s my pussy,” I tell him, then to her, I say, “Get away from him. Now.”

“You’re no fun. Go home and fuck your girlfriend,” she says, pouting.

“I’d rather fuck you.”

She twirls around and struts off.

So I pull the knife away from the guy’s throat and, with one arm, capture her waist and carry her from the fucking bar, out the door, and straight to my car. “This is what you do instead of meeting me?” I seethe.

“It was such a better option than dealing with you.”

“You used the card,” I say, watching her smile light up.

“I did. Went shopping. It was so much fun. You also just paid for rounds for everyone at that bar. See how thoughtful you are?” She slumps in the passenger’s seat, her eyes closing. “Even the dude you held a knife to.” She lets out a small giggle. “Oh. My car.”

“I’ll have it towed to your apartment,” I tell her, but a soft snore is already leaving her parted pink lips.

When we reach her place not long later, she wakes, but only to roll over to her side, her skirt bunching up to her waist.

Fuck.

Getting out and adjusting myself, I move to the other side of the car, pulling her out and into my arms. Avani stays asleep as I walk to her door.

Fuck.

Keys.

Reaching for the door handle, I jiggle it. And sure enough, it opens.

Really? She didn’t even lock her fucking house.

Kicking the door shut and carrying her in, I pass the small couch and find the only bedroom at the end of the hallway. Her bed is messy, and she has clothes everywhere like she couldn’t decide what to wear.

I lay her on the bed, and she moans and rolls over to her stomach, her ass on full display.

“Avani.”

“Hmm…”

“You should have come tonight. You would have enjoyed it.”

“Negative,” she mumbles.

“Goodnight,” I say as I quietly walk out.

On the way, I find bags and bags of new clothes, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face at the sight of everything she purchased.

She fucking did spend big.

Chapter 27

Trust you, that’s a hard no.

Avani

Grayson’s at my door, dressed in a suit.

I look him over from head to toe, then say, “Nope.” I go to shut the door, but he pushes it back open. “Get dressed. Trust me on this one,” he says.

“That’s a big ask, don’t you think?”

He steps in and looks around. I cleaned up today, but that’s all I did. Other than showering, I stayed on the couch. It’s what I tend to do now on my days off.



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