Page 55 of Deceptive Games
“I slept with her,” I said offhandedly as if he wouldn’t hear my casual comment, scowling as he kicked me under the table. “Hey, what the fuck?”
“You slept with hertoday? After she killed your damn dad? What the fuck is wrong with you?” he bit out, kicking me again.
“Stop kicking me!”
“Stop being a fucking idiot then,” he threw back, glaring at me. “You couldn’t help yourself, could you? The second she’s emotional and not thinking clearly, you coerce her into your bed. This is why she fucking hates you, Holloway.”
“She asked me to.” It was a weak argument, I should've known better.
“And you thought you were being a hero by railing her feelings better? Really? Do you even hear yourself when you talk?” he snorted. “Why the fuck did Skeet send her with you in the first place when she fucking hates you?”
“Pretty sure he’s having it out with Slash and didn’t want Rory around to see it. Sue me for having feelings for her, I thought I was going to die before she let me touch her again.”
“Jesus Christ, you’re worse than Luke,” he laughed lightly, shaking his head. “I don’t care if she let you touch her. You’d better grovel some more because you deserve to.”
“So do you.”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t the one who fucked her when she was vulnerable. I’ll deal with the guys, you stay here since it seems she wants you around. Call me if you need me, okay? And if she wakes up and decides she’s mad at you, don’t be a dick. Just call Skeet and bow out,” he ordered, getting to his feet. “I’ll let you know how things go with Luke. I doubt he’ll leave the house tonight, Karen really embarrassed him at school. Pretty sure everyone thinks he’s dating Jensen now.”
“Do you think he’d hate me if I paid Skeet to kill her?” I asked seriously, earning a flat look in return.
“Yes. She’s a witch, but he loves her.”
“Why does she even give a fuck if hewaswith Jense?”
“Do you think there’s some truth to it?” he mused, looking thoughtful. “It would make sense. He’d tell us though, right?”
“Karen fucked him up pretty badly with her homophobic bullshit. I don’t think he’d even let himself out of the closet to begin with if he did get feelings. He’d probably send himself to conversion camp to fix himself,” I said with a cringe.
“I think that too. I don’t think losing his mom would even help at this point, he’s brainwashed. I’ll see if Karen will let me in. She’s not really worried about my intentions with her son,” he said as he rolled his eyes, walking towards the door. “Keep me in the loop.”
“You too,” I called back as he left.
I almost went to the home gym to work out, but I found myself sneaking back into Rory’s bedroom, stripping down to my boxers, and sliding back into bed beside her. She stirred, reaching for me when she realized who it was.
“Where’d you go?” she mumbled sleepily, curling up against my chest as I shuffled closer.
“Ty showed up and I didn’t want to wake you. He’s gone now though.”
“Have you heard from Skeet?”
“No. He’ll probably be pretty busy today. He’ll check in when he’s got time,” I answered, grateful when she fell back asleep and didn’t tell me to leave.
I didn’t mean to, but I fell asleep too.
Skeeter
It had been a long fucking day. Slash and I were both pretty bruised by the end of it, and Diesel ended up telling us both to go home and that he could handle the rest of the mess that we had to bury.
Slash stomped off without argument, but I waited a little longer to make sure Diesel wasn’t just saying it to make us shut up. We were a crew, which meant despite how mad we got at each other, we still had a job to do.
“Go, I mean it,” Diesel huffed. “You’ve been wanting to check on Rory for hours, so go.”
“She’s fine or Holloway would’ve called,” I scoffed, but part of me was worried about their silence too.
Maybe she blamed me? It made sense since Slash was my boss and my best friend.
“Check on her for me then because I’m worried about her.”
