Page 20 of Keeping Kaitlyn

Heart hammering in my chest, I ease myself away from the door, closing it quietly between us. Hand still gripped around the knob, I listen to Went, his deep voice muffled and flat while he says his goodbyes to the person on the other end of the phone.

She’s my friend.

Notthe woman I’m going to marryor eventhe chick I’ve been fucking.

She’s my friend.

Heart lodged in my throat, I back away from the door. Finding my way to the bed, I scramble back into it, managing to settle my computer in my lap just as it opens.

“Hey.”

Looking up with a frown, I find Went standing at the foot of the bed, watching me.

“Hmmm?” I say before looking down at my computer, pretending to me lost in concentration while I fight a sudden wave of nausea.

She’s my friend.

“The concierge is going to deliver everything you asked for within the hour,” he tells me, hands dug into the pocket of his jeans. “Including a replacement pack of your birth control pills.”

“Okay.” I look up again, giving him a vague smile before I close my laptop. “Thank you.”

Went makes a noise in the back of his throat while he gives me a nod. “I figured out the clothes situation. I reserved a suite for you under a fake name. You can use the room key to go shopping at the boutiques downstairs. Just charge whatever you want to the room.”

I frown at him again. “That sounds really expensive.”

Went frowns back. “So?”

“So?” I say it back on a laugh. “So,I don’t have any money, Went. I can’t just?—”

“I have a net worth of one hundred-fifty-threebilliondollars, Kait,” he bites back while his face falls into a scowl. “I think I can afford to buy you a few pairs of jeans and some underwear.” As soon as it comes out of his mouth, he sighs. Pulling a hand out of his pocket, he swipes it over his face. “Shit—that sounded really douchey. Let’s try that again—I’d like you to go downstairs and buy some new clothes.” Cocking his head slightly, he gives me the kind of look that would make me agree to do just about anything he asked me too. “Will you do that for me?”

“Yes.” Right now, I’d throw myself off the roof if he asked me to. Looking at him, I nod. “I’ll do that for you.”

“The room is under the name Sierra Raintree. Kota has the key—she’s waiting for you at the front desk.”

Kota.

That’s what he called Damien’s twin sister.

The twin sister Damien never told me about.

“I didn’t know your sister worked here,” I say, busying myself with gathering my notebooks and laptop scattered around the bed so I can shove them back into my backpack.

“Neither did I.” Even though I’m not looking at him, I can hear it in his voice. It bothers him. “Listen—” I catch movement in the corner of my eye as he skirts the foot of the bed, moving closer to the side I’ve claimed as my own. Reaching for my ankle, just as I zip my backpack closed, Went drags me to the edge of the bed. Suddenly face-to-face, I feel my breath catch in my throat when his hips wedge themselves into the juncture of my thighs. “I want you to have fun. Buy yourself whatever you want.”

Because they’re stupid and have a mind of their own, my legs wrap themselves around his hips, pulling him even closer when I lock my ankles under his ass. “What about whatIwant?”

Friend,Kait.

He called you his friend.

That’s all you are—a friend who needed his help.

One he enjoys fucking.

Nothing more.

Went groans, giving me a hard, quick kiss on the mouth. “Fuckingkillme.” Before I can ask him what he’s talking about, he grips my thighs and pries them open. “Downstairs. Get the key from Kota. Go shopping.” He backs away from me while shaking his head. “Now.”

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