Page 33 of His Lair
My eyes widen. “What if hewasinto pegging?”
This time, I don’t have to pretend. I really am a prude when it comes to sex. I think it’s my lack of experience, maybe. Ihaveexperience, just not as much as other people.
“Relax. I would have told him to fuck off,” she says. “Girls’ night, no boys.”
“No boys,” I agree with a smile.
I get lost in dancing, and after what feels like forever, I’m tired and parched. “I need a drink!” I yell into Fefe’s ear.
“Me too,” she says, taking my hand.
I follow her through the crowd of people. When we finally reach the bar, I feel the tiny hairs on the back of my neck lift. Someone is watching me. I look around while Fefe orders for us. She’s distracted by the bartender’s flirty smile and doesn’t notice that I’m moving in the opposite direction.
It’s a habit. I have no idea who is watching me, and whoever it is, I don’t want them to think she’s with me. I don’t need her to become collateral damage for whatever violence is about to come my way. Because 99% of the time, when someone is watching me, it’s followed by violence.
It takes a while to spot him. He’s leaning against the bar at the far end. His eyes firmly fixed on me. Sammie. I blink, once, twice. But it’s still him. I return to Fefe’s side, telling her to wait here while I run to the bathroom. She mentions something about coming with me, and I wave her off.
I purposely walk past Sammie, my arm brushing his, and that spark ignites in me. I don’t have to turn around to know he’s following me. I don’t go to the bathroom. Instead, I head for the darkest corner I can find, but then I see a small corridor. I turn down it and stop five steps into the darkness.
“You know, staring at me is not keeping this thing under wraps,” I say as I spin around.
Sammie pushes me up against the wall. He doesn’t utter a word before his hand wraps around my throat and his mouth slams down on mine. I get lost in his kiss for a few seconds; then I push him off me. Probably with way too much force.
“Sorry, girls’ night. No boys.” I smirk. “Find me tomorrow,” I tell him and then walk back towards the bar to look for Fefe.
Chapter Fifteen
Find her tomorrow?She seriously just fucking walked away. What the fuck is girls’ night? And who is the chick she’s dancing with? I know she works at the Royal Flush. I’ve seen her there. I’ve never cared to learn her name, though.
Now that Lailani is hanging out with her, I plan to find out everything about the woman.
I follow Lailani back out and sit at the bar, watching her every move. She might not want to see me until tomorrow, but I have no intention of letting her out of my sight. Especially with the way all these fucking assholes are looking at her.
Lailani and her friend head back out to the dance floor. I don’t move. Instead, I stay right where I am.
“She’s pretty,” a familiar voice says from beside me.
Fucking hell.I turn and look at my mother. I didn’t even notice her approaching me. “What are you doing here?”
“Who is she?” My mother is still staring at Lailani. She’s never liked me paying attention to girls.
“Who is who?” I counter, trying my best to feign boredom. “And, again, why are you here?”
“Can’t a mother just come to see her only son?” My mother leans in to kiss my cheek. The stench of vodka radiates off her.
My gaze flicks over to Lailani. She’s staring right back at me, watching this whole encounter.
Fuck.I need to get my mother out of here. Pulling out my phone, I text Emmanuel. Out of all my friends, he’s the one who understands mommy issues. Louie’s mother died when he was really young, and Carlo had loving parents until they were both murdered when we were kids.
Emmanuel, though, he lived with his mother and didn’t know who his father was until we were teenagers. He gets unhinged, selfish mothers.
Me:
I need you in Innes. Now. She’s here.
Emmanuel:
On my way.
