Page 106 of Brat Baby
Darcy shoves the door the whole way open, and the three of them pile into my office.
“Are you almost ready to go?” Hudson asks as he flops down onto the couch next to Darcy, unbuttoning his blazer as he sits.
I shoot a glance at my very blank computer screen and then back at Hudson. “Actually, I’d really like to get these last few things done. How about you all go to the restaurant and get a to-go bag for me? We can meet at my place and play cards.”
Hudson checks his watch. “That should work. Seven-thirty at your place?”
“Sounds good.”
“I went to this new Mexican place over the weekend”—Darcy has his phone out and hands it to Hudson—“we can go there?”
Hudson accepts the phone and starts scrolling as Darcy watches over his shoulder.
I glance at Xavier, who is propping up the doorway with his shoulder while he does something on his phone.
Things have been strained between us these last few weeks. Knowing he hasn’t left Emery alone, knowing this entire situation is his fault, knowing that I punched him in the face andhave yet to apologize, that I almost hate him right now…all of that has created an invisible wall between us that I don’t know how to fix.
Suddenly, Xavier looks up and makes eye contact, a glimmer of mischief in his eye that hasn’t been there since I confronted him in this office. My palms become sweaty as his eyes scan the room, landing on the white strap of Emery’s bag from where it hangs off the chair in front of my desk.
Fuck, why didn’t I move that?
Oh, I know why. Because it would have required me to remove my cock from Emery’s mouth.
His lips pull up into a smirk as he stares at me. Is he going to out me to the others? The moment is drawn out and charged full of tension, at least, on my end.
He surprises me by straightening and pocketing his phone. “I’m starving.”
That seems to be the trigger to get Darcy and Hudson up off the couch, Hudson handing Darcy back his phone.
Xavier steps out of their way, and they start off down the hall. He doesn’t immediately follow, just scans the room again before his gaze lands on my desk.
Thank fuck it’s the kind that has three enclosed sides for a base.
His gaze comes back up to mine, and that serious expression he gets on occasion flattens out all his features. “Don’t hurt her.”
“I won’t,” I reply immediately, one-hundred-percent sure of that fact.
He makes a noise of acceptance and leaves, pulling the door shut behind him.
Once I’m alone again, I glance down at Emery and almost lose my heart to my stomach when I see her eyes open.
We say nothing to each other, but I make her a silent promise.
Whatever happens tomorrow night, I will never hurt you again.
Chapter 55
Emery
I glance at the time on the oven in the sex apartment—seven-sixteen—then down at my dinner that was delivered twenty minutes ago.
A single serving.
Are they seriously not coming? Again?
Every single one of them has fucked me this week, but they would still prefer to go to their sex club than spend the night with me? I know they are at the club, because my laptop is sitting right next to my dinner and open to the Club Obsession forum pages, specifically the one for tonight’s event.
And bonus points, this page shows the little status next to Derek’s username. And Hudson’s, Darcy’s, and Xavier’s.
