Page 95 of Web of Lies
Tristan:
Promises…. promises…
I stare at my phone at the implication of them. They—multiple boys. All different in their own way. Each holding an important piece of me in their palms.
A sharp knock on my door brings me back to reality. Somehow, in a matter of a day, my room is back to normal. Whatever strings Zepp pulled with the help of Chase’s sway—paid off. Big time. They finally replaced my once painted door with a brand new one, and I put another new lock on it too. Luckily, I had time to get new clothes delivered from the local shops in time for our Italian dinner. Perks of Chase. Again. That boy.
A floor-length mirror sits on my bathroom door, reflecting my appearance. I brush my long blonde hair over my shoulders, letting it fall past the middle of my back. Sparkling blue eyes stare back at me, radiating happiness for the first time in a long time. My mom always joked I was the milkman’s daughter, even though I look exactly like my fair-skinned father and nothing like my dark-haired, dark-eyed siblings. I’m shorter and smaller, but that doesn’t stop me. From anything. Not even a murder investigation.
I pluck at the loose red halter top I’m wearing, scrunching my nose. I never dress up like this. I never wear small heels or skinny jeans like these. Some materials irritate my skin, making me feel itchy. Pantyhose, the seams in jeans, and even sweaters have the same effect on me. It’s torture to wear these types of materials, but today, this time, feels different. Important. It’s for them. It’s for me. For everybody. I want to feel beautiful around them. Although they’d tell you I am already beautiful or something cheesy like that. I can’t help but smile. Amid the chaos, these boys ground me.
Another slight knock comes from the door, pulling me from my thoughts again. I take a deep, calming breath, putting my nervous butterflies away. We’re all going out tonight, trying to forget about our worries. My problems. The twins’ issues. It’s a date—a real fucking date.
Chase swallows hard when I swing open the door with shaky hands. His eyes devour my new appearance, searching me from head to toe with appreciation. A red tint glows over his cheeks, down his neck, and spreads to the tips of his ears. His tongue peeks out, swiping along his bottom lip. A low groan rumbles from his throat as his teeth sink into his bottom lip.
“Shit, Kace,” he mutters, bringing his eyes back up to mine.
Warmth spreads through me, heating my face, too. I suppress a nervous giggle, desperate to move on. So, I eat him up, devouring his appearance in one long sweep. Mmm—yes, he’s delicious—a walking cupcake, in tight, dark, fitted jeans and a nice button-down. Chase wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to dress up and go out because damn, does this boy clean up nicely. His biceps bulge in his shirt when his hand roams through his blonde hair, ruffling it up.
“Hey,” I say awkwardly, tucking my hair snug behind my ears.
Chase’s grin widens, his head tilting to the side. “You look gorgeous,” he rasps through his signature lopsided grin, stalking toward me with intent.
A renewed sense of confidence oozes from him when he takes my face in his enormous hands. Leaning down, the tips of our noses brush. Our eyes gaze into each other’s, waiting with bated breaths. A wild hunger sparks between our touches, igniting a flaming desire in the pit on my belly. If we’re not careful, I’ll burst at the seams before we eat.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I squeak out as best I can, considering my voice is locked up at the sight of how drop-dead sexy he is. Where did all my confidence run off to? And how the hell am I going to handle myself in front of the other two?
“Are you ready for the best night of your life?” he murmurs, lips brushing mine. On instinct, my eyes close, and my breath picks up in anticipation of his life-altering kiss.
“Yes,” I breathe, shivering with need.
He’s so close. So close to me, and my body remembers what happened the last time we were together. Those images flash through my mind as Chase caresses his pillowy lips on mine, holding me against him.
“If I take too long, those other idiots are going to come to track us down.” His breath brushes against my flesh, going in for another soul-stealing kiss. If I were ready, I’d slam the door and say fuck the spaghetti. But I’m not prepared, not yet.
“Then you better get me to that fast car you promised me.” A smile takes hold of my lips as he kisses my cheek, groaning and muttering about wanting to stay in my room and please me. Which, I mean, come on! Who wouldn’t want that? But like my grumbling stomach is reminding me, I need to leave. I’m so not ready for the next step.
Chase’s phone vibrates in his pocket, spilling some ridiculous rap song as the ringtone. With lines like “my annoying best friend”. He rolls his eyes in frustration, taking my hand in his. After locking my door, we head down the hallway and out the front door, never letting go of each other.
“Fucking finally,” Seger gripes, leaning against his baby blue Porsche with his arms across his chest.
“I thought you locked yourself in her room,” Zepp says, taking the same stance as Seger.
It reminds me of the first time I saw them, identical in every way, except for the mole resting beside their eyebrows. Zepp’s on the left. Seger’s on the right. And Seger’s tats give him away because Zepp doesn’t seem to have any. Drool threatens to slip out at the sight of them too. If I thought I would pass out at the sight of Chase in his outfit, these two melt my panties right off. In their tight jeans, fitting black t-shirts, and sneakers, they’re fit for a night out on the town. Phew. I might need to fan myself before I rip their clothes off.
“Careful boys, your jealousy is showing,” Chase snarks back, squeezing my hand in his as he pulls me toward his ridiculously fast car.
Decked out in orange and black and sitting low to the ground, I wouldn’t stop him if he wanted to open the motor up and press the pedal to the metal on the highway. No way in hell would I stop him. Sometimes, I crave the speed beneath me with the open road in front of me. It’s exhilarating but controlled. Plus—the vibrations. I mean, you get it. Adrenaline, vibrations, and fast cars. Sign me the fuck up.
“Psh, jealous?” Seger waves a hand in our direction, grumbling more about how much time Chase took to fetch me from my apartment.
“All right, all right, are we ready?” Zepp asks, taking a step toward me.
Finally, he looks me over with a calculated stare. Oh—his gaze. He could bring down the most powerful adversary with a single glance. Or lover. He could bring me to my knees, and I’d say‘Yes, Sir, another Sir.’Those deep green eyes take in every inch of me. I’m surprised he doesn’t ask me to twirl so he could get a look at my ass in these jeans. Yup—my ass in these jeans looks fantabulous if you ask me. Too much booty in the trunk, badonkadonk—whoop! My cheeks heat under his scrutiny. Just hours earlier, they sandwiched me between all three of them. Stroking. Licking. Petting. Urgh….
“I’m starving,” I say in agreement. Starving for more than just food, but I can’t exactly say that out in the open.
Chase takes us all to his car, jumping up and down like a Golden Retriever ready to play fetch. His blonde, shaggy hair bounces with every step he takes and that smile. Nothing could wipe off that beautiful smile sitting on his happy lips.
