Page 57 of Between Secrets and Obsession
That kiss was the final goodbye.
“Now where are you going?”
Speak of the devil.
I glance at Maddie, who’s wearing skintight leggings and a tank with a small crop top over it. My imagination goes crazy, thinking about my hands roaming over her curves and my mouth sucking on the soft skin of her neck.
As I continue stuffing clothes into my bag, she leans against the doorframe of my bedroom, looking irresistible as always.
“Gotta head out for work,” I tell her flatly. “Fugitive in SoCal.”
Maddie narrows her eyes, but I look away to avoid her stare down. She doesn’t believe me, but I’m not going to give her any more reason to doubt me.
“When will you be back?”
I shrug, zipping up my bag. “Few days probably.”
“I’ll keepGleewarm for ya then,” she quips, and when I look back at her, she’s wearing her infamous Maddie grin. The one I fucking adore.
“I want all the highlight reels on the hot cheerleaders,” I taunt.
“Of course you do.” She rolls her eyes, and when I swing my duffel bag over my shoulder, she straightens and frowns.
“Stay out of trouble, okay? Stick with friends, and don’t go anywhere sketchy. Don’t make me worry,” I tell her.
Maddie crosses her arms, pushing her tits up higher, and then clears her throat when she catches me staring. “And what kinda trouble am I supposed to stay away from, Hulk?”
“If it were up to me, you’d stay home and let me put a GPS tracker on you, but since you’d only defy me on purpose if I did that, just be careful. Okay?”
She pokes a finger into my chest and sighs. “You know you’re the most confusing person on the planet?”
The corner of my lips tilts up at her sassy tone.
“Yeah, Mads. I know.” Flashing her a wink, I lean down and kiss her cheek. “See you in a few days.”
Being back in Vegas only brings bad memories to the surface, which is saying a lot, considering how much I used to love being here. The flashy lights, the sounds of the casinos, and the endless number of women are what brought me here before the gambling sucked me in.
Now, I’d rather be anyplace than here and am counting down the minutes until I fly home.
Victoria
Parked outside baggage claim. Meet me here.
Liam
Got it. Be there in five.
Once I make it through the crowd, I walk outside and notice the black stretch limo.
Fucking great.
A large man in a fancy as hell tux and sunglasses opens the door, and she steps out. Victoria’s wearing at least six-inch heels, a glittery black dress, and bright red lipstick. She looks like a million bucks—Las Vegas royalty, to be exact. I should’ve expected as much, considering who her father is.
“Well hello, darling,” she muses, raising a brow at my attire. Jeans and a T-shirt with Converse shoes.
“Hey,” I murmur. “What’s with the flashy ride?”
The guy grabs my bag and nods for me to get moving.
