“Winter, stop with the suits! What the fuck are you talking about?”

She drops the suits at my feet, her chest heaving with angry breaths. “We had a deal, and you broke it. So, your suits are getting evicted, Fox. Should I direct you to a real lawyer so they can explain to you how verbal contractual agreements work?”

“Cute. But I did nothing of the sort.”

“Oh, now you’re lying.” She throws her arms up and laughs. “On top of everything else you are, add liar to the list.”

What in the everloving fuck? She’s crazy. That’s the only explanation, certifiably insane.

“Grimm, honestly—”

“It’s Winter, asshole!”

“Well, my suits are on the floor instead of hanging up where we agreed they’d be. Should I explain to you how verbal contractual agreements work?”

Winter kicks her heels off, one flying past my shins, and honestly, I silently grit my teeth preparing for the impact that thankfully never comes. If you’ve ever taken a heel to the shin, you’d understand. Surprisingly—or maybe not surprisingly—I’ve taken many. Winter drops her purse to the floor, preparing to fight me.

Let’s do this, Grimm. I would pummel you until you said uncle.

Or daddy.

Or please give me more.

Winter’s brand of crazy makes my cock jump to attention and weep for the chance to see how wet, tight, and needy she is inside.

“You had a woman in here,” she finally spits. “I just passed her at the elevator. She was wiping her smudged lipstick, calling you a stallion.” She crinkles her nose.

Oh, my god, she’s fucking jealous. Jealous and utterly infuriating, yet still so damn adorable.

“Yeah, psycho, I did,” I spit back, mirroring her level of intensity. “She works for the resort. I can’t get into my email. Spoiler alert, I suspect my dumbass brother. Trent had a few contracts I needed to go over sent to the resort’s email. Jesse, who you saw leaving here, was nice enough to bring them up to me.”

“And, as a thank you, you fucked her…”

My eyebrows hit the ceiling. “Are you nuts, Winter? You just went on a date with Bruh McNoballs.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t break our deal—”

“Fuck the deal. You don’t care about the deal, just admit it. You’re pissed because you think I fucked the front desk girl. Which I didn’t. Why she called me a stallion is obvious, but it’s not because I fucked her. I flirted with her because she’s hot, then turned her ass around, and sent her on her way. No matter how much her eyes told me she wanted my cock in her mouth.”

Winter shakes her head with her hands perched on her hips. She’s acting so immature at the moment and she’s jealous, even if she won’t admit it. And still, I’m not running for my life. Or my freedom. My dumb ass is duking it out with her, playing this bullshit jealousy game.

Why? I don’t know. Winter Sommers feels like a good enough reason.