Page 51 of Queen Of Clubs
Jade
Istand there in disbelief, lips parted, as I stare at the six-foot, tattooed man in the suite. The same man who I had sex with only forty-eight hours ago.
The man who has been coming to see me for the past six months, the only client I’ve ever taken and wanted to keep.
This has got to be one messed-up joke.
“Again?” Zane growls, his eyes darting between Calvin and me. “Do you fucking know each other?”
He sounds pissed. Calvin steps forward, paying no mind to Zane. He gives me one of his soft, charming smiles that has always made my belly flutter. “I must say, this isn’t exactly how I thought we would see each other outside of... work,” he says the last word carefully, his lip twitching in amusement. Calvin reaches up to touch my face, but Zane grabs him by the wrist roughly, shoving it out of the way as he steps in front of me, using his body as a shield.
“Work?” Zane snarls, getting in Calvin’s face. “I swear to God, if you want to fucking live, it better not be what I think it is.”
“You're a smart one, little brother. I’m sure you can put it together,” Calvin chuckles.
“Little brother?” I whisper, eyes going wide in horror. “No, no, no,” I gasp, putting my hands up to my mouth. This cannot be happening right now. Dear God, what did I do to deserve this?
Zane spins around, face full of murderous rage. “Jade. Please, for the love of God, tell me you haven’t fucked my brother,” he demands through gritted teeth, his chest heaving as he barely keeps himself under control.
I’m not ashamed of it. I did nothing wrong. The guilt that fills me isn’t because I’ve slept with someone else, it’s the fact that out of all the people in the world, it’s Zane’s long-lost brother that I had sex with.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him, lowering my hands as I continue to stare at him in shock. “I—I didn’t know who he was to you. I don’t even know his last name.”
Zane lets out this deep, feral growl as he spins around again to face his brother. “I’m going to fucking kill you!” he roars.
“Wow!” Griffin and Everett come between us. I stumble back and out of the way as the guys restrain Zane, grabbing him by the arms and pulling him back. “Zane. Stop!”
“Let go of me! I’m going to kill this motherfucker.”
“I get it, I’m pissed too, but you can’t fucking kill him! He’s part owner of this fucking label. And your brother,” Griffin grunts, pushing Zane back.
“There is clearly a lot for you to talk about,” Calvin says to the three of them. “I only came to check in on you, seeing how you sent for the jet early.” His eyes find me, and he gives me a soft smile. “I see why, now.”
“Don’t fucking look at her!” Zane roars. Tears fill my eyes. I didn’t mean to make anyone mad or to hurt anyone.
“Shh, my little Darling.” Calvin steps toward me, lifting his hand to brush away a tear that escaped from my eye. “Don’t cry. It kills me to see you hurt. Talk to the boys, and I’ll come find you later. We have a lot to discuss as well.” He leans forward and brushes a kiss against my forehead.
I can’t help but shiver at his touch. There’s always been something about Calvin that kept me coming back, that made me not want to take on any more clients.
He leaves me standing there as he steps out of the hotel room. Zane manages to get out of the guys’ hold and charges for the door, but I step in front of it, making him stumble to a stop.
“No,” I bark, wiping at my eyes. “You are not leaving. You will go sit in that living room and wait for me to shower. Then we are going to sit down and talk about what the hell just happened.”
“I don’t want to fucking talk, Jade,” Zane snarls, chest heaving. “I want to smash my fist into his fucking face.”
“Stop.” I hate how helpless I sound right now. “Please. You stuck me with a fucking needle and kidnapped me. So the least you can do is go sit the fuck down!” I find myself growing angry.
“Too much has happened in such a short amount of time. My head is killing me, I feel sick, and I really need a shower.”
“Fine,” Zane grits out through his teeth.
I wait until the three of them head into the living room before grabbing the shopping bags and heading into the bathroom. I pull out everything I need to clean myself, a hairbrush, and a change of clothes.
Turning on the hot water, I close my eyes and stand under it, letting it beat down on me. A deep, heavy, tired sigh leaves me. I want to cry, but I won’t. It’s not going to help me in any way.
I feel like I’ve woken up in the twilight zone or some shit. First, the guys come back into my life and flip it upside down. Then, I find out that they didn’t actually abandon me. Can’t leave out the part when they knocked me out and kidnapped me. Now, plot twist—I find out that I’ve fucked Zane’s brother.
What other messed up bullshit is going to hit me in the face?