Mischievous Lies (Vengeful Lies #5) Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Vengeful Lies Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
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My phone starts buzzing, and it lights up at the end of my bed. I grab it and see I have two missed calls from my mother, two from Billie, and twenty-six from Hawke.

Billie whistles as she looks over my shoulder. “The boy has it bad. I can’t believe you’re still in denial.”

I glare at her, and she puts up her hands. “I promise I won’t badger you about it, for now, if you just answer his call. I think today he really needs a friend.”

My eyebrows dip. “Is everything okay?”

She shrugs as she grabs her things. “If you want to know if he’s okay, ask him yourself. I’m going to go and check up on Hope. Make sure you wash your hair. You stink.”

“Rude!” I squawk, throwing a pillow at her, and she laughs as she leaves the room.

Fuck.

I’m torn about calling Hawke back. I haven’t answered any of his calls for a week, and these missed calls are only from the last two days.

I exhale as I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and when he answers, he’s so frantic I can hardly understand what’s happening. And my gut sinks for not having been there for him sooner.

CHAPTER 32

Ivy

“Ineed your help. Please, Ivy.”

Those were the last words I heard from Hawke before he hung up. I’m still kind of pissed at him and my lack of understanding of what’s happening between us. But I’ve never heard him sound so desperate, either. Something serious must have happened. So here I am, at his mansion. I walk up to the entrance and open the door that’s already unlocked.

“Hawke?!” I yell out, unable to keep the bite from my tone. “You better have a good fucking reason for this!”

I go straight to the kitchen, surprised he’s not in here, and put down my purse. I try the next best thing—his home gym. “Hawke?!” I call again.

“In a minute!” he frantically shouts back from upstairs, and a wave of relief passes through me at hearing him finally reply. This house is too fucking big to be so silent. I walk back into the kitchen to get a bottle of water, but a box on the counter grabs my attention. I pick it up, flipping it back and forth in my hand before opening it. Inside, I find little blue pills.

Is that…?

No, surely not.

I pull out my phone to search what Viagra looks like, and a picture of exactly what I’m holding right now appears.

Why the fuck does Hawke have Viagra?

His larger-than-life energy hits the room before he does. When he appears, I’m holding up the packet. “You need help these days?” I ask.

He’s still half soaked, obviously having just come from the shower, and a towel is wrapped around his waist, his cock straining behind it. I swallow, an immediate heat swarming in my lower stomach at how much I miss his cock; and it’s only been a few weeks.

“It won’t go down,” he says, freaked out. Realization dawns, and I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh. “Don’t laugh, Ivy! This is serious! What if I lose my dick?”

“Are you trying to tell me you’re taking Viagra now?” I try to say it without laughing.

“No. But one of the guys was selling them at the gym and, you know… after you were saying stuff that night…” He looks at the floor. “I don’t know. I thought I should try them.”

I bite my bottom lip. “Oh shit. I didn’t think you took that seriously. You know I was only giving you shit, right? You have plenty of stamina.”

“Yeah, I know that!” he says agreeably. I try not to laugh. There’s something wholesome about a guy this big taking what I said so personally. And here I thought nothing could shake his ego. “I just wanted… I don’t know, it’s dumb.”

I fold my arms over my chest, now feeling partly responsible but also a little pissed. “Hawke, did you call me over for a blow job?”

“You’re the only one I know who can get me off in seconds,” he explains. When Billie said he needed a friend today, I don’t know if she was implying this or something else, but Hawke seems very much okay to me right now.

I put the box on the counter. “Well, sorry about your dick, but goodbye.”

“No, please. Ivy,” he begs, racing over to me and pinning me against the counter. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

My devilish grin breaks free. “Really? Anything?”

“Anything,” he breathes desperately. “Please make me come. I don’t want to lose Hawke Junior.”

I try not to laugh at the stupid nickname. “Even if I make you wear a collar and leash at our next party and walk you around in front of all our friends?”

He groans in complaint, and I push past him to walk away. “Wait! No, okay.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me against his chest. “Please. You’re the only one.”


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