Arranged Hearts (Joey and Adora Duet #1) Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Joey and Adora Duet Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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“Or they end in destruction,” I add with a groan.

“Yeah, but that’s what’s exciting about it… the make-up sex. How much make-up sex have you two been having?” Sailor asks.

“Too much.” I bite my lip. “Yet I still can’t say no.”

“Power of the dick,” Merci states.

“Power of the dick, lips, mouth, tongue,” Sailor adds. “Lollipops…”

“Lollipops?” we both ask, to which she blushes.

“Oh my God, you fuck with lollipops? Like, does he stick it in? What about infections?” Merci asks, visibly cringing. “I used to be a sex worker, so I’m familiar with these things.” She pauses, her nose scrunched up. “But lollipops? Wow.”

“Yeah.” Sailor sighs, a small smile on her lips.

“Ain’t no lollipop going up my pussy,” I add.

“Don’t knock it till you try it.”

“Try it? Nope,” I say.

Merci nods her head in agreement. “I’m with her. Keep your shit away from my very special zone,” Merci adds. “Who knew Miss Sailor was freaky? You learn something new every day.”

“I’m not, I swear.” She holds up her hands. “Well, there was that one time when he…” She looks away, and I know she is thinking about something really filthy.

“We can discuss tomorrow night. Want us to bring anything?” I ask.

“Yeah, yourselves. Keir did an alcohol run today and stocked up the bar. The boys are all working, but I managed to get Piper to stay with us. That was an effort.”

“I bet,” Merci says. “And Chanel, will she meet us there? I can call her if you haven’t.”

“Yeah, she flies in tomorrow and is coming straight from work.”

“Tomorrow,” they say, smiling.

And I’m already wondering how I can get out of it.

TWENTY-FOUR

JOEY

“We aren’t going there,” I tell Lucas as he drives.

“Why the fuck not? I’m not driving your ass around because you don’t want to see your wife.” I go to speak again, and he cuts me off. “Ex-wife. I don’t give a fuck what you call her. Fuck buddy…”

“You can drop me off first.”

“No. I’m covered in blood, and I need to shower and fuck my wife,” Keir says, making us all shut up. “She won’t stop sending me pictures of her tits. What the fuck is wrong with her? Like I need an excuse to fuck her.”

We all stay silent.

Keir isn’t one to open up about his relationship. It’s usually just him and Sailor, with us on the outside looking in.

“And you all stink and need showers as well,” he tells us. “Come in, collect your women, and tell all the others to fuck off while I take mine.”

“It’s your house,” I remind him.

“Yeah, that’s why it’s your job to kick them out.” Keir looks at me, and Lucas just smirks.

“Lucas can do it.”

“No, Lucas can’t speak to women to save his life. You’ll do it.”

The car comes to a stop, and we all get out. When the front door opens, we hear loud music. They’ve been drinking and doing God knows what for hours. Keir said our mother took all the kids back to her place to give the girls a break, which explains why the music is so loud.

Keir is the first to enter the house and goes straight to the girls. They are laughing, holding drinks in their hands. Meanwhile, Adora sits on the couch, watching them, her phone glued to her hand. Keir stalks right over, reaches out, and picks up his wife.

“Eww… you have blood on you!” she screams.

“Which you will help wash off.” We hear him say this as they leave.

Piper takes us in, a sour look plastered on her face. “I missed out on the action. You could have called.”

“We had it handled.”

“Yeah, yeah, assholes.” She picks up her bag and stomps out the door. Chanel and Merci are drunk and giggling. Lucas walks over and both of them put an arm over his shoulder.

“I’m a one-woman man now, Merci.” Merci giggles harder, and Chanel blushes as they walk out. They say goodbye to Adora but are too drunk to see her. To notice that something is wrong.

I’m sober as fuck, and I know. She stands, grabs her purse, and forces a smile when she sees me. “Time to go home.”

“Did you drive?” I ask.

“No, I’ll call a cab.” She moves to walk past me, but I grab her arm, stopping her. Her eyes lock on mine, and sadness is etched in them that I wish I could wipe away.

“Did you have fun?” I ask.

“I did, thanks for asking.”

“So what’s wrong then?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“All the other girls are drunk, and here you are, clutching your phone with a death grip, watching them instead of joining in.”

“Piper wasn’t drunk.”

“Piper was hoping to get a call from us,” I point out. “What’s your excuse?”

“I got a call,” she says quietly. “And a message.”

“Come back with me. I need to shower, then you can tell me about it.”



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