Filthy Beautiful Lust is the third book in the Filthy Beautiful Lies series, however it can be read as a standalone novel (no cliffhanger). To understand the full growth and development of the characters, it is recommended that you begin with book 1, Filthy Beautiful Lies.
I take a sip of the liquor and immediately decide drinking is a bad idea. I’m already on edge and frustrated. The alcohol will only make me obsess more. Abandoning the glass, I sit down in a leather chair across from Colton and let out a heavy sigh. “Tell me about Kylie.”
His gaze narrows. “Fuck no. You and Kylie?” He shakes his head, rising to his feet. “No. Abso-fucking-lutely not. If this is what you came here to talk about, you can leave now.” He points to the door, his expression unwavering.
Goddamn. “You’re no fun.” Changing my mind, I stride over to the cabinet, pluck up the glass and down the rest of the drink. It burns like a mother fucker on the way down, but it’ll do the trick, numbing whatever this weird sensation is inside my chest.
“I’m serious, Pace. She’s a good girl. She doesn’t need to get tangled up in your…ways…”
“My ways?” Now I’m getting pissed. He’s saying I’m not good enough for her.
“Hit it and quit it. Pump and dump. Whatever you want to call it, it’s not happening. Not with Kylie.”
“I know that, asshole. I wanted to take her out – like legitimately take her out to dinner. Enjoy her company.”
He frowns at me again, that crease in his forehead deepening. “You’re telling me you don’t want to fuck her?”
“Don’t be a dumbfuck. Of course I want to. But I’m just saying that I wouldn’t hit it once and never call her again.”
“What would you do, then? Move in? Marry her? Raise her son?” he challenges.
“I haven’t thought that fucking far ahead. Christ.” Now I’m suddenly pacing the floor of his office and I have no idea why. This entire exchange is stressing me out. I came here hoping to get her number, and instead I’m getting grilled like a steak. He’s pulling the older brother card on me like he does so often. The dick.
“And that’s exactly why I don’t want you messing around with her. You don’t have a plan. Kylie needs a man with a plan. Not one with an agenda that only includes getting his crank yanked.”
I sink down into the chair, hating this concerned older brother act.