Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 94

They walked out together–Enzo still shaking his head, Lola still smug as hell–her boots squeaking like a rubber ducky in a murder scene. Hand in hand.

In the kitchen, she hopped up onto a stool like she was claiming a throne. He moved behind the counter, grabbing the blender, protein powder, oat milk, and bananas from the fridge. Lola watched him work with an approving hum, like this was her own private cooking show.

“Vanilla bean?” he asked.

“Obviously,” she said. “Anything else would be a crime.”

He added a scoop of cinnamon roll for extra indulgence–because she was his girl, and she deserved to be spoiled–and blended it smooth. When he slid the glass toward her, she took a long sip and moaned like it was liquid gold.

“God bless,” she said. “You could get laid off this alone.”

Enzo snorted. “You’re chaos in human form.”

She gave him a proud little shoulder shimmy and another dramatic slurp of her shake.

“Is that why this is the most stable relationship you’ve ever been in?”

She smirked. “Because I threaten men with pop culture, legos, and light dismemberment?”

He just stared at her, eyes full of something that made her stomach flutter, then reached over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Because somehow, despite all that…”

He shook his head, trying to play it cool.

“…you sparked life I didn’t realize I was missing.”

Her smile faltered. Just a blink.

By the gods this man. Such a cheese ball but damn it does something to my heart and my ovaries.

“That’s the lamest shit you’ve ever said,” she whispered.

“I know,” he murmured.

And bumped her shoulder with his.

“But it’s true.”

The elevator dinged.

Ohthankgod.

Lola turned, already smiling as Dom and Gino spilled into the kitchen. Both froze in the doorway like they’d just walked into a trap.

Dom narrowed his eyes. “Oh hell no. You’re smiling. She’s smiling. That means something terrible’s coming.”

Gino pointed an accusatory finger at her. “If you ever make us sit through another ticking hell–ride like that again, I’m throwing you out the window.”

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She batted her lashes, sipping her shake. “Fair. But come on. It was art.”

Dom groaned and dragged a hand down his face. “You owe us hazard pay, by the way.”

“For what?” she blinked, all fake innocence.

Gino jabbed his thumb toward the hallway. “For psychological torture via ticking metronome. What the hell was that?”

“Oh!” Lola lit up, practically vibrating with excitement. “Okay, so–there’s this anime, Tokyo Ghoul, right? There’s this scene where Jason kidnaps Kaneki, straps him to a chair, and tortures him over and over while making him count backwards from a thousand by sevens.”

They just… stared at her.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” she continued brightly. “And this was the perfect opportunity. Like, you can’t not use that moment when it presents itself.”

Dom squinted. “You tortured a guy because of anime?”

“I enhanced an interrogation because of anime,” she corrected, sipping her shake. “Big difference.”

Gino dropped his head to the counter. “I’m never trusting a girl with space buns again.”

“You never should have,” Lola said sweetly. “We’re unhinged. It’s in the knot placement.”

“You think?” Gino muttered. “I dreamed in ticks.”

Enzo leaned back against the counter, watching her with the kind of indulgent awe usually reserved for natural disasters and Nobel Prize winners. “Remind me to fireproof the penthouse.”

“I heard,” he said dryly. “My ears are still ringing from the post–mortem Gino gave me.”

“Oh come on,” she drawled, flipping her goggles up. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t have loved a four–hour live–action Tokyo Ghoul reenactment with bonus pine tree aromatherapy?”

“Coward,” she teased.

The boys were still grumbling about ticks and psychological warfare, but she could feel Enzo’s gaze land on her again–low and hot and thoughtful, like he was watching more than her words.

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Because under the surface, Lola was buzzing. That high–speed hum of adrenaline with nowhere to go. Her thoughts kept stuttering back to the club, to the man in the trunk, to the way her muscles had reacted without waiting for her mind.

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