Page 60 of Queen Of Clubs
All I want to do is go back upstairs with Everett and Griffin, maybe even check on Zane. But first, I need to have a talk with Calvin. Fucking hell, I still can't believe he’s Zane’s brother. Of all the clients I could have given in to, why him?
Feeling like someone's watching me, I open my eyes and look towards the bar. My heart stutters when I find Zane watching me, his eyes dark and possessive.
For a moment, I wonder if he’s here to keep an eye on me, but then I see him take a drink of the amber liquid in his cup and sigh.
Drinking.
Boy, do I wish I could do that to forget my problems right about now. Zane is not someone I want to have a conversation with at the moment, so I get up and leave him sitting there, making my way back to the elevator.
With each floor upward, my heart picks up speed until it’s racing in my chest. Nerves fill me and I shake out my hands, trying to calm down.
What do I say to him?
God, I don’t know. I just don’t know. Maybe I should just head back up to the guys’ room.
Just as that thought slips into my head, the elevator stops at Calvin’s floor. Before I lose my nerve, I step out.
“Stop being a pussy, Jade,” I growl to myself. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. I’m so overwhelmed, and I’m not used to being under this much stress. The omega in me is itching for one of the guys to warm me up in their arms and comfort me. It’s been so damn long since I had an alpha purr for me—today was a first in years—but that shit Zane was doing on the plane? Yeah, I could use more of that.
Knocking at his door, I wait. With each passing second, my pulse pounds harder. The door opens, and I stop breathing as Calvin is revealed in the doorway. “Jade?” His bright blue eyes widen in surprise. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
I go to open my mouth, asking if it’d be okay to come in, when I see his bloody and split lip. “Oh my God, your lip,” I gasp.
“Oh, this?” he chuckles. “It’s not as bad as it looks. You should see the other guy.” He winks.
I glare at him and push him into his hotel room. “Alphas,” I grumble, grabbing his hand and pulling him deeper into the room. I quickly realize, it’s just a regular suite. Nicer than most, but not as luxurious as the guys’ presidential suite.
It’s not hard to find the bathroom. “Sit.” I point to the toilet seat as I grab one of the white plush washcloths and get it wet with warm water.
“Bossy as ever,” he chuckles, and my cheeks heat.
“Sorry,” I mumble as I bring the cloth over to him.
“I’m not.” He grins. And damn it, it does something to me. My heart is racing for a whole new reason and other organs seem to have a pulse too. I shake my head to get rid of my dirty thoughts, but Calvin gives me a knowing look.
He’s so damn handsome. For a man in his late thirties, he doesn't look his age. He looks more like he’s in his late twenties.
“You didn’t even clean it,” I mutter, gripping his chin to hold his face still as I start to carefully dab at his lip.
He hisses slightly. “It wasn’t that bad. I was busier trying to clean up the hotel room.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “Was it that bad?”
“Like a bull in a china shop,” he chuckles.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?” His brows furrow. “You didn’t do anything.”
“You two got into a fight because of me. Because we... you know.”
He grins. “Because we have a sexual relationship together. You can say it, Jade. We’re both consenting adults. We’ve had sex.”
It’s like reality is just finding me again. He’s right, we’ve had sex. And the more I think about all the downright dirty things we’ve done together, the hotter my cheeks burn, along with other parts of my body.
“That is in the past.” I clear my throat as I wipe the rest of the dried blood away. “Everything’s changed.”
I turn to leave, but he grabs my wrist. He looks up at me, emotion swimming in his eyes that I don’t quite understand. “It doesn’t have to be.” His voice is deep, husky, and ignites the fire in my belly.