Page 77 of Pick Six
“You better get dressed though because he’s coming up the stairs. Unless you want to be caught.” He grins at me like he wouldn’t give a fuck if Drew did see us.
“Fuck.”
He’s right. I already hear the trudging sound of footsteps up the staircase. It snaps me back into reality and I grab my clothes and start to hurry to put them on. He cleans up in record time and drops the condom in the trash and then reaches for the door.
“I’ll try to buy you time.” He winks at me before he closes it behind him.
“Oh. I didn’t know you were here.” I hear Drew’s voice at the bedroom door a moment later, and I feel all the air whoosh out of my lungs at how close that was. I snap my bra into place and then reach for my pants.
“Yeah. Helping Saint get more of her stuff out of the house. She said you needed something today?”
“Yeah. Some boxes out in the garage I already loaded and a few I need to get in the basement. Where is she?”
“Changing in the bathroom.”
“Changing?” Drew asks like that’s a stupid thing for me to be doing right now
“Yeah, she got something on her shirt and we’re going out after this.”
“Another fake date for the cameras?” Drew’s tone is smug, and I pray that Alex doesn’t take the bait.
“Something like that. She makes it so easy. Always so fucking happy when I’m around. People seem to love it. Might have to keep it going a while.”
“She’s a good actress.”
I go stark still when I hear Drew say it. Waiting and pleading. I hear a choked sound come from Alex, and I’m just thankful he keeps his thoughts to himself because I don’t need to clean blood out of the carpet up here.
I throw my shirt over my head and run my fingers through my hair, trying to put myself back together as fast as possible. It’s a waste of time because as I glance at the mirror, I can see what a mess I look like. How thoroughly fucked I am. My cheeks are still brightly flushed, my lips are swollen, and there’s still the remnants of redness where he’d put his hands all over me. Except I don’t know that I care.
I glance at the wedding dress laying over the side of the tub, and smirk before I open the door. Both their heads swivel when I do, matching surprised expressions that morph into a cocky smile on Alex’s part and the ghost of a snarl on Drew’s.
Drew’s eyes fly to Alex’s and the accusation in them is unmistakable. The smile that Alex gives him in return has Drew flexing his fist. Which would be a wildly stupid mistake on Drew’s part because Alex would flatten him in seconds.
“Sorry, had to change. Got dirty while I was grabbing some dusty boxes. Just getting the last of my things out of the closet.” I feign a smile.
“Leave your dignity in there too?” Drew snaps at me.
“Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to her.” Alex takes a step toward Drew and in front me.
“No. Just a wedding dress. In case you want to give one of your future mistresses other hand-me-downs like the ring.”
Drew’s eyes dance with a mixture of anger and hurt, his mouth tightens into a line, and I wait for him to argue, but Alex’s presence keeps him silent.
“Alex? Could you please get the last of the boxes in there?” I ask him softly and he nods at me, flashing a warning look at Drew before he goes into the bathroom to grab the boxes I’d left on the floor.
“We’re going to be heading out. Can you get the boxes in the basement quickly?”
“I really think we need to talk.Alone.”
“About what,” I say the words as a statement more than a question and shake my head because we both know there’s nothing here that can change.
He blows out a frustrated breath and runs a hand through his hair, opening his mouth to say something before Alex appears with the boxes and his eyes go hard again.
“You ready, Saint?” Alex looks at me.
“Yep.” I nod.
“Get your stuff and go.” I nod to Drew and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear he was about to shed a tear.
