My Beautiful Poison (Wicked Poison #1) Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wicked Poison Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
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I know she’s doing it as a joke, but my cock appreciates all that effort.

“Sure.”

She claps her hands together, kisses my cheek, and quickly turns around. Grabbing her things, she throws her bag over her shoulder as she heads for the door. “I’ll pick you up.”

Chapter 11

Rylee

August lifts my mattress, and I can’t help but stare at his bulging muscles. I really should be doing something else besides watching him carry all my things inside.

I really should.

But it’s so hard to look away.

So I don’t.

Anderson never had a body like this. Sure, he was fit, but not to the point you could see the veins in his hands whenever he moved them.

I like veins in men’s hands now.

I like a lot of new things.

August being the main thing.

Like the side stink-eye he gives me every time he catches me watching him. He never speaks of it, just continues on with whatever he’s doing.

August said a quick, gruff hello, and that’s all I have gotten out of him all day since I picked him up. He’s dressed in dark blue jeans with a light blue shirt that continually rides up, giving me an eyeful of his toned stomach, every time he picks up something new.

I have carried all my small things up already, and now it’s just the bigger items that need placement around the place. I offered help, but he turned me down.

So I lean against the back of my borrowed truck and simply watch him.

“You really should remove your shirt. It’s only getting in the way,” I tell him, bringing the straw of my drink to my lips and taking a sip before I let anything else slip out.

August’s hands go to his shirt, and in a quick movement, he has it off and over his head, then he throws it at my face. I giggle as I pull it away and see him already going on to the next thing.

“Oh, I didn’t know we signed up for a strip show. Noah, you should do that, too.” I turn to see Noah shaking his head at my sister as he walks by helping August.

August speaks to him, not in any manner he speaks to me, and I watch, fascinated.

“Ummm, what’s going on?” Rhianna asks, and I turn to see her staring at me.

“What?”

Her eyes fall to where the boys just disappeared then back to me. “You’re staring awfully hard at the man in blue.”

I blush and shake my head at her words.

“I asked him to help. He’s helping.”

“Anderson hasn’t been around?”

“Nope.”

“Good. You don’t need that. But we both know who he is…” She pauses. “Just be careful. Because if he sees you with him…” she nods when August walks out, “… I’m not sure I’d like the outcome.”

I’m not sure I would either. It’s not that we think August couldn’t take on Anderson. No, we know that for sure he would have no problem. But Anderson has connections that could throw August straight back where he doesn’t want to be. Prison. And I would hate to think I had anything to do with that.

“Don’t stop being ‘friends’ with him. Noah said it’s good for him to get out.”

“Noah his daddy now?” I joke with her.

“No, but I have a feeling he is his only friend.” She nudges me. “Apart from you now, of course.”

“You two seem to be working hard,” Noah says, lifting his shirt and wiping his face.

The truck is now empty, and my lips turn up as August walks over to us.

“I’m treating for dinner, as a thank you,” I tell him, then look at my sister and Noah for confirmation.

“We can’t. Noah has a business thing tonight, and I’m going to keep him company. But you two should go.”

When I glance at August, he’s not even paying attention to me. He’s closing up the truck and doing his very best to ignore me. Turning back to my sister, I smile before Noah wraps his arms around her and they head inside the apartment.

“Dinner?” I ask as August closes the door, and his green eyes find mine.

“I need to change.”

“You can take my car and come back when you’re ready.” I throw my keys to him. August catches them and glances down at them as if they are on fire before he looks back at me.

“You trust me with your car?” I can’t help but notice the surprise in his intonation.

“Should I not?”

“I could steal it, sell it off for parts.”

“Okay, umm… you’re really not selling yourself here.” I laugh.

“Why do you trust me with your car?” he asks, pushing me a little harder.

“It’s just a car.”

He shakes his head, steps toward me, and tries to hand the keys back but I don’t take them. “I can find my own way home.”

“No, take the car, August. And come back for dinner. I’ll even order in if you want.”



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