Page 108 of Law Of Love

No way.

Fifty: Freya

Icouldn’t believe it. I was at a celebrity party. Madison Ainsley’s party, to be exact. With Kaleb. He was off the clock, having finished right before it had started, and he’d sent me a text to let me know Madison had asked if I wanted to come too before he picked me up.

“It was really nice of Madison to let you have a plus one,” I told him as we made our way through the hall.

“We’re a package deal.” Kaleb flashed me a smile, taking my hand in his. He looked incredible tonight in his blue shirt and slacks, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms, his hair styled messily on top of his head.

“Remember, we can leave whenever you want.”

Therapy had been going well, and although I was still plagued by nightmares some nights, I reminded myself that there was a chance that I hadn’t killed Will. I was clinging to that when occasionally teetering on the edge of insanity. But the relief that washed over me whenever I thought back to Pierce’s situation stopped me from plummeting over the edge.

“This is Madison’s house?” I spluttered.

“One of them.” Kaleb smiled. “Not only does she make money from her singing, but she also invests in properties, which makes her a lot of money. She’s a smart woman.”

I felt a flash of envy briefly reach the forefront of my eyes, and Kaleb chuckled before I had the chance to conceal it.

“Relax, my little artist. You’re the only one I want.”

I shivered at his words, arousal gushing from my pores at the huskiness of Kaleb’s voice, and his large hand travelled down to the curve of my hip. Pushing back against him, his chest became flush against my back, and I breathed in a sigh of contentment.

“I don’t really want to be getting a hard-on in the middle of Madison Ainsley’s foyer, Freya,” Kaleb told me, his hot breath fanning against the back of my neck, causing me to stifle a laugh.

There weren’t too many people in attendance. Madison preferred to keep her circle small, which only heightened the feeling of honour that I’d been invited.If somebody had told me a few months ago that I was going to be visiting Madison Ainsley’s house, I would have laughed in their face and asked what drugs they were on. Life could change so quickly—for the better, but also the worse.

The crowd buzzed with excitement, and Madison rushed over once she spotted us, her eyes a little hazy. It appeared she’d already been on the alcohol.

“You made it!” She beamed, turning to me. “Freya, it’s so good to see you again. I still can’t believe you came to my meet-and-greet and reconnected with an old lover who just so happened to be my bodyguard!” A cackle rose from her throat. “What are the chances?”

Not like Kaleb had helped put it into play or anything.

“I know. Thank you for letting me come tonight. This place is beautiful,” I exclaimed, sneaking a glance over her shoulder to look at the huge dessert table.

Eclairs. Jello. Cake. A fucking chocolate fountain? I was in heaven. If there was one thing I was usually good at, it was eating my feelings.

“Of course, so listen. I’ve been speaking to your boyfriend a lot about his tattoos since I’m so desperate to get some. He told me you designed the beautiful bird on his shoulder.”

My eyes widened.

“I’ve been searching for someone to draw some designs for me, and it would be amazing if you could be the one to do it. You clearly have talent, and to be honest, that’s hard to find around here. Most people are overrated, in my opinion.” Madison bounced on her feet hopefully, looking as if she was the fan and I was the acclaimed celebrity.

Designing tattoos? I’d never considered it.

“I don’t expect you to do it for free, of course! I’ll pay you a good fee for your time.”

I released an exasperated laugh. “Of course. I would love to.”

“Thank you so much. Let me grab your number, and we can talk about it.”

She punched my number into her phone before skipping off happily, and Kaleb laughed from beside me. I turned to him with a cocked eyebrow.

“I swear, I didn’t push her to do that at all.” He flashed his white teeth. “She made that decision all on her own. Although I can’t say I’m not jealous that I’ll no longer be the only person with your beautiful artwork tattooed on their body.”

“Well, you’ll always have the honour of being the first,” I teased.

“You have no idea how much I’m going to love telling people that.”

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