Page 67 of Unforgettable
She blew past Haven and made herself comfortable on the edge of my bed. “Ryker, we need to talk.”
I gripped the doorjamb to the bathroom. “The party is downstairs.” The last time she had been in my room, she’d wanted to screw me.
Beverly folded her arms over her breasts. “Alone. That means you can leave, Haven.” She flicked her hand, shooing Haven.
My little minx regarded me as though she were asking if I wanted her help. It was probably best Haven didn’t stay if she was worried about her old man.
“Wait.” Beverly examined Haven then me. “Did you two just fuck?”
Haven laughed, but it sounded somewhat neurotic.
“What do you want?” I asked Beverly.
Beverly eyed the shoebox on my nightstand.
I rushed over to put the cover on the box then shoved it into the top drawer of my dresser.Nosy fucking family between her and Tabitha.
“Talk, Beverly, or get out,” I said harshly.
“What did you do to my sister?”
I hated nosy people. “I didn’t do anything to Tabitha except throw her out of my room, like I might do to you.”
“She’s saying you hurt her,” Beverly said.
Haven reared back. “He’s done no such thing. When she left, she was in perfect condition.”
Alarm bells went off in my head. It was never good when a woman cried that a guy had hurt her. Even incidents that were innocent could grow like a bad virus.
“She was in my room when I came in.” I wanted to give full disclosure, and I didn’t want anyone lying about my actions. If Tabitha decided to blow anything out of proportion, my reputation would sink faster than a boulder in quicksand. “She went through my personal things. So I kicked her out.”
“I saw him kick her out,” Haven said.
“Well, she has a bruise on her arm,” Beverly added.
I had gripped her a little too hard. “Do you really want to make this a big thing? Because I have witnesses that can attest to my actions.” I hadn’t closed the door. Partygoers had been in the hall. So I was sure I had witnesses on my side.
Haven studied Beverly. “You know something? I think you and your sister have some ulterior motives with Ryker, or maybe me.”
Beverly fidgeted with a nail. “You’re being paranoid.”
“No. I’m not,” Haven said. “Anywhere Ryker is, you’re in his face. Your sister wants something. You want something. And I know you’re working for my father.”
Beverly rose, a scowl forming on her lips. “If you think Ryker is going to give you a second fuck, you’re mistaken. You’re a scrawny thing. Not his type.”
Haven pushed out her tits. “He didn’t seem to mind these babies. I can promise you my breasts are not scrawny.”
I held in a laugh. Maybe I would marry Haven Hale. I loved how she made sure no one was going to fuck with her.
Beverly huffed. “Whatever. Look, Ryker, I don’t want any trouble. I have a sorority to run.” She regarded Haven. “And I’m not working for your father.”
“What about your sister?” I asked.
Beverly moved a wad of her hair off her shoulder. “My sister couldn’t even tell you who Senator Hale is. She said she was hurt. I didn’t believe you would do such a thing, but I had to check.”
“Keep your sister out of my room and away from me. She’s not welcome here anymore.”
Beverly nodded. “I’ll see you at the fundraising meeting next week, then.” She smoothed a hand down her miniskirt. “I guess I’ll see you too.” She considered Haven before she left.
