Page 66 of Reckless Hands

“Hello.”

I hear the word coming from the other room as I put my foot down and walk out, not sure what to say. These feelings between us are coming at me full force.

“Oh, there you are. Good, you’re ready. Let’s go before he finds me.” She walks up the stairs, grabs my hand, and starts pulling me. I look over my shoulder at Joey and give him a smile.

He stares at me as I leave with a sullen look on his face which instantly makes me worried.

“Does he not know you are out?” I ask.

We get into the Uber, which is waiting out front for us. I don’t say anything. It’s obvious if we are using an Uber that Kier knows nothing about this. Otherwise, there would be a driver and bodyguards. The thought that something could happen pops into my mind, but it’s quickly gone again when Sailor starts talking.

“I snuck out. You need a hen’s night. Let’s pretend this is it.”

“Just us two?” I ask.

“Yep, Chanel is with Lucas, and if I invite her, I know he will come.” She rolls her eyes.

“Okay, so just us two.” I know I am not really conversing all that well, after all, I just lost the single most important possession I have, and I am still in shock. Being dragged out for a girls’ night is not something I am sure I am up for right now.

“Bingo.” She smirks before she reaches for something between her breasts and pulls out a small flask opening and sculling some of the contents and then she passes it to me. “Drink up! Tonight we get wasted and then we can go back and fuck them savagely.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I laugh at her.

Becca slips into my mind, and I wonder again what she wanted. I need to contact her and figure it out, but right now, I try not to think about Becca and what it is she wants.

When we arrive at the club, it’s packed, but Sailor skips the line and is let in.

We drink a lot.

I check the time—it's only been an hour.

We haven’t stopped dancing, moving, and drinking for that hour. And even better, Keir hasn’t come to collect her. Yet.

Pulling out my phone, I text him.

Joey

Joey

I see the bubbles through blurry eyes as he messages back.

Yes, Adora.

I hate the smile on my face that he somehow always manages to pull from me.

I would very much like to fuck you right now. Maybe we can go back to the sex club and this time instead of watching me you can join in on the fun?

He types, then stops. Then types again.

Are you drunk?

Just a little.

Stay where you are, I’m coming for you.

I like it when you boss me around. Shall I call you master as well?

Darling…

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