Page 13 of East (The Moral Compass 3)

Zed

Theadjoiningdoorslamsshut, and I hear the lock click.

I pace up and down across the bedroom, thoughts running through my head.

What the hell have I done? Not only have I just slept with my best friend’s sister, but I slept with his fucking virgin sister. Who the hell gets to twenty-six and is still a virgin?

I should have fucking known. If she had told me, there would have been no way in hell I would have fucked her so hard. There’s no wonder she bled all over the sheets. Shit! Fuck!

Why didn’t she tell me?

Did she think I would ridicule her or tell her no?

Well, I probably would have told her no. In fact, I know I would have. Or would I?

Shit.

I’m so goddamn angry with her. Why couldn’t she just tell me?

What is she thinking on the other side of that door? I shouldn’t have gotten so angry, but she deliberately lied.

I tap on the door. “East? Can you unlock the door please? We need to talk.”

No reply.

I tap a little harder. “East? Can you unlock the door now please?”

Still no reply.

I bang hard on the door. “East, for fuck’s sake, open the fucking door before I take it off its fucking hinges.”

The lock clicks just as my hand is connecting, and it forces the door open with a bang.

East stands in front of me wrapped in a towel, looking as beautiful as ever.

“I was going for a shower, caveman. Give me twenty minutes, and I’ll be right with you.” She turns and walks away as if nothing is wrong at all.

I’m still so angry but seeing her looking so beautiful just cools the heat in my veins.

Twenty minutes later, she strides into my room.

“What did you want?” she asks.

“We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t. There’s nothing to say, and I think you said enough for the both of us, so if I were you I’d keep whatever is going round in your head right there in your head. What happened, happened. Okay. It’s done. I’m not going to be some hanger-on or weird crazy person just because we had sex, okay? So, you can stop worrying. I’m not going to tell my brothers and if you know what’s good for you, I wouldn’t go flapping those lips either.” She smiles that fucking beautiful smile, and her eyes shine like the bluest sapphires.

An “okay” is all I can muster. This is not how I expected her to be. I expected her to be all sorry and tears and puffy eyes, but then, I forgot she is a McGarry.

“Okay, Zed, you have two personal appearances as Drake this afternoon and a meeting with the security team in an hour. I’m fairly sure you can do the security meeting on your own. I am going to spend some time working through the camera footage to see if there are any suspicious characters from the time before the feeds were cut. If I find anything, I’ll come and find you. But if not, I’ll meet you in Drake’s suite at two.” She turns and walks out of the room back into her own and pulls the adjoining door shut, but she doesn’t lock it.

I don’t get it. Why isn’t she upset, angry, slamming doors, and telling me I’m an arsehole? Was I just a tool to lose her virginity? Did she even fucking enjoy it or was I a means to an end? How fucking stupid am I?

Shit… I feel used.

I walk into Drake’s suite to meet with the security team. I brief them on everything I want done and how I want it done. My mood is dark, and I am getting angrier by the second. Nobody uses me and not for fucking sex. Not unless it’s agreed upon from both sides.

But that was last night, and this is now. Back to business and no fucking distractions. I need to find out who’s fucking with my brother and get the hell out of here.

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