Page 83 of Indulge
The door opens and I jump back as Reggie steps back into the room, black suit, open collar, eyes full of fury.
Rowan drops into his seat, pretending to stretch, but the damage is done.
Reggie looks between us, unreadable.
“Ready?” he asks.
I force a smile. “Always.”
As I follow him out, I can still feel Rowan’s gaze burning into my back, like a secret neither of us can afford to say out loud.
I don’t want it to be the end of things with Rowan. Even just spending a couple of days away from him, I miss him. I miss how light I feel around him. How safe I feel.
How hard he makes me laugh.
But, as I look up at the man beside me, the colder version. The man who consumes me. The one who takes my shit and doesn’t flinch.
I want him too.
Fuck.
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REGGIE
Song- Sleeptalk, Dayseeker
I shouldn’t have come.
Conan’s leaning against the bar beside me, whiskey in hand, smirking like he’s watching a slow-motion car crash.
And maybe he is.
The club lights flash, slicing through the crowd. I can’t look anywhere without seeing her.
Bella King.
My fiancée.
My damnation.
She’s laughing, hair clinging to her throat, her body moving like she was made for rhythm.
Every man in this room wants her.
And I can’t fucking blame them.
Conan nudges me. “You look tense, Reg.”
“I’m fine.”
He grins into his drink. “Fine looks a hell of a lot like you’re about to murder someone for breathing near her.”
He’s not wrong.
I tip my glass back. “You’d do the same if Hallie walked in dressed like that.”
He raises a brow. “Touché. So…” He eyes me. “You two?—?”
