Page 64 of Law Of Love

“Time is running out, Kaleb,” pressed Frederick, his greying hair falling out of place and blocking his left eye, dulling his grimace. “We have people’s lives hanging in the balance.”

“We don’t have enough evidence yet.”

The chief also agreed. “We won’t get a good conviction. Trust us, Frederick, Will and his team will end up behind bars, but we have to be patient.”

“Make it happen.” Frederick clicked his tongue, looking slightly frustrated, and he gave one sharp nod as he got up from his chair and grabbed his glass, heading for the free bar.

Reggie hummed, shaking his head. “Frederick can be impatient. Enjoy tonight, and we can worry about Will tomorrow.”

The chief excused himself, and Kaleb’s stature stiffened as he led me back toward Brent and Kaylee.

“Well, Frederick was a character.”

“He can be calculating. A few workers have filed complaints against him for the way he handles things, and he often influences my chief, too.” Kaleb shot Frederick one more frosty glare over his shoulder before Brent turned to us with a frown, following his friend’s gaze.

“Frederick is such a creep, man.” He sighed, taking a swig of his whisky. “I try to avoid him at all costs.”

“How did you get roped into speaking to him earlier?” I asked, and Brent pulled his eyebrows together in confusion.

“I haven’t spoken to him tonight. I’m hoping it’ll stay that way.”

Kaleb inhaled deeply, his hand still on my lower back as he clenched his free fist, his fingers looking ready to grab his gun that was hidden away in the back of his pants.

I swallowed, watching Frederick as he leaned up against the bar, chatting with a few other workers, his cocky grin ear to ear as he scanned the ballroom. His dark eyes settled on me for a split second before he dragged them away, downing yet another drink while he tried his best to wipe the smug look from his face.

The rest of the party was tense. Although, Frederick didn’t talk to us again. Nor did he even look in my direction. I’d tried to finish my glass of wine to aid my relaxation, but my stomach lurched every time I swallowed the sweet liquid, and I had to hand the rest to Kaylee.

Glancing at the clock, I sighed when I noticed we hadn’t even been here for three hours, and I picked at a fancy salmon and cream cheese canape as I leaned against the wall next to the buffet.

I’d never seen people eat so much, but it made sense, considering most people in the room were ninety-eight per cent cold, hard muscle, including the women. They could snap me like a twig if they wanted to.

Kaleb hadn’t had a drop of alcohol tonight. Instead, he’d been watching Frederick’s every move, ensuring he had sight of me the entire time. The man’s lie about how he knew my name frustrated him, but as creepy as I found Frederick, I managed to semi-convince Kaleb that he was most likely just nosy and had found out on his own accord.

I wasn’t so persuaded by my explanation, though.

“So, you were asked to bring someone?” I questioned, cocking my head and raising my eyebrows at Kaleb playfully, causing him to shrug.

“Yes, but I would have wanted you here with me, Freya, even if I hadn't been. All I want is to keep you safe.” He sighed as he led me away from another crowd of people we’d been roped into talking to. “Come on, I’m tired of this party shit.”

I let out a small yawn, covering my mouth with embarrassment. It was almost eleven, and I was exhausted. We’d spent most of the day travelling, and I was ready to flop down on our king-sized bed and fall into a restless slumber.

We said our goodbyes to Brent and Kaylee—who were nearing tipsy—and made our way out of the ballroom and to the elevator. I slumped against the mirror, my feet aching from my heels, and Kaleb watched me intensely as we entered our room.

Leaning down to unclasp my shoes, I gasped, his hand on my wrist stopping me. The only light source in the room was the moonlight streaming in from the tall window, casting shadows along the wall, giving the room a sultry appeal.

“I told you that you were going to regret calling me rude and obnoxious earlier,” Kaleb said huskily, and I gulped, heat pooling between my legs as I settled down on the bed in front of him.

He began to unbutton his shirt, and my skin prickled with heat as I watched him slide the fabric away from his body, his rock-hard abs inches away from me.

“What have you got on underneath that dress, Freya?” he asked me, and I shivered at the sound of his voice, blood rushing to my ears. He tilted my chin up with his forefinger. “Are you going to make me ask again, my little artist?”

I shook my head. He knew I wasn’t wearing underwear. I’d been too paranoid about a panty line. “Nothing,” I breathed, my chest rising.

I could see Kaleb’s cock straining against his pants, and he swallowed once he spotted my gaze drop to his obvious arousal.

“If you want it, all you have to do is take it, baby.”

I almost choked at his words, and he held his hands up defensively, gazing down at me with a smirk as he waited. He knew what I wanted. I’d imagined what his dick looked like a thousand times.

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