The Naughty List Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, M-M Romance, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
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I’ve been avoiding it, but I’ve decided to push myself. Today is going to be the day to enjoy Camden and face my past with my head held high.

I point it out on the next tube station map, and Eb raises her eyebrows. She knows the story.

“You’re really ready to go there? What if you run into asshat with his new sweetheart?”

I think about it, trying to imagine bumping into Connor with another girl. Josh is ten thousand times more of a gentleman, and a hotter one than Connor will ever be, but it would still squick me out like hell to see him again. Connor and a little slutty redhead, fawning over him like he’s God.

Just like I did.

Fuck him. I brush it off as nothing. My eyes are steadfast when I answer Eb.

“I’m hardly going to be sobbing at his feet and heartbroken, crying to have him back, am I?”

“No,” she says. “But you might want to give him a slap across the chops and spit in her cocktail. I wouldn’t blame you for feeling the rage.”

“Good job it’s only two p.m., then. I doubt he’ll be gigging at this time of day.”

“We chancing it?” Eb asks, and I nod.

“Yeah, onyx bracelet calling, and Camden goth shops do the best.”

Despite my bravado, I still get a flash of edginess when we step onto the street outside Camden tube station. It’s so familiar, and filled with the ghosts of old dreams. It’s nothing, my rational brain insists. I tell myself it won’t make any difference if I run into my poor excuse of an ex, even though I did get squicked out to fuck when one of his home recorded videos popped up on my social media feed this morning in the bathroom.

I thought I’d blocked Connor on just about everything going, but clearly not. I should have at least blocked him on that platform as well, and not clicked on his profile to find he’s gone up to nearly 22k followers. I shouldn’t have watched him crooning into the microphone like a rock legend waiting for the spotlight. It still made me feel sick to the stomach. I’m surprised I was up to eating sausage sandwiches after that shocker.

What a relief that Josh was there to hold me close and make it better. He even watched one of Connor’s videos and gave a he’s pretty good, actually. Not even a hint of jealousy in sight.

That’s trust for you. That’s faith. That’s love.

I’m fine and over the edginess by the time we reach my favourite crystal shop. Ebony looks around in fascination at their quartz obelisks and amethyst geodes, and I spot the selection of jewellery I’ve been looking for, right at the back. Lovely strings of jet black onyx mixed with sterling silver spirals.

“Twenty-five quid?” Eb asks when I point my favourite one out to her. “Seriously? I thought it would be at least fifty. You’re taking the piss. That’s hardly a fair swap for the dress.”

I laugh. “Get me two then, if you must.”

I’m joking, but she isn’t when she picks out a lovely looking pair of quartz earrings, hung on infinity loops of silver.

“There we go,” she says once she’s paid for my gifts. “You’re stuck with me as a friend for infinity now. Call it symbolic and spiritual and all that jazz.”

We’re walking up the street to the Devonshire Arms for an afternoon drink when I get the familiar buzz of an Agency notification through on my phone. It’s not a proposal one, though. It’s the official one. It’s from Orla – one of the three Agency bosses – and her message takes me by surprise.

Did you invite a man called Richard Jacobs from Kingsgate Lettings to join our client base? He’s been emailing us, urging us to set him up with a ‘booking’ for your services. He knows you by your full name, not by your profile one. If you did, then please refer to the terms of contract, because we don’t take on clients by word of mouth, not like that.

“What?” asks Eb, and I show her the text. “Jesus Christ,” she says. “The prick’s been digging, trying to find you. He can get fucked.”

“Or not get fucked, hopefully.”

I can’t type out my reply fast enough.

No. I did not invite Richard Jacobs to become a client. He’s an idiot who heard rumours of Tiff and Josh, and took the apartment I’d signed up for off me when I refused to fuck him for cash. Please, please don’t take him on the books. He must have got your details from my tenancy application. There’s no way I’d have ever told him about my role with you.

I stare at the screen until Orla replies.

Noted, thanks. And don’t worry about Richard. You won’t hear from him again.


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