Page 10 of The Betrayal

Letting my eyes drop, I turn towards Sage when I see Dex whisk her up, Sage’s legs wrap round his waist as he carries her off stage and I smile.

Letting out a deep sigh, I move to the side stage and make my way to the locker room. I needed a moment to catch my breath.

Keeping my head down until I am away from the stage, I press my back against the wall and let the cool walls blanket my skin in a cold chill. My eyes flutter shut, my breaths shallow and my erratic heart finally begins to slow.

I don’t even need to open my eyes to know he is here. I can feel him. My breath stutters on my intake.

“What the fuck?” he rasps, and I don’t know if his tone is angry or shocked.

I turn my face to look at him, my eyes roaming up and down his stupid body.

“Why are you even here? I’ve been here a year and never seen you,” I hiss.

“Someone I know mentioned it, kept telling me about this pretty, curly haired beauty that has caught his attention and for some reason, I was curious.”

I roll my eyes.

“And you came to check her out, did you?”

He says nothing.

I scoff, shaking my head from side to side.

“I didn’t enjoy seeing you up on that stage,” he steps closer to me, but he is cautious.

“I don’t give a fuck,” I shrug my shoulders up and turn to face him, his eyes roaming over me and suddenly I am conscious that I am in nothing but fishnets and lingerie. Spinning, I unlock my locker and grab my stuff, dropping my bag to the floor and pulling out my sweats and oversized tee.

Silence gravitates around us whilst I dress. I need to get home. I need to get away from him.

“You’re not doing that again, I don’t care if Sasha gives you the slot. I’ll keep your little secret about you working here, but I will not have you up there doing that again,” his tone has bite to it.

My eyes widen.

Slamming my locker shut, the loud bang echoes around the small room as I step towards him.

“Sorry?” I raise my brows high in my head.

“You heard me, I don’t need to repeat it.”

“Fuck you Keaton,” I close the gap between us now, “you’re not my fucking daddy. Fuck off,” I barge past him, intentionally knocking into him as I walk down the hallway and out into the dark night.

Asshole.

CHAPTER THREE

ARIZONA

I’m showered and dressed in black matching lingerie. The lace bralette just about covers my chest, my nipples constricted against the thin material. The matching thong panties are crotchless, just like he always asks for.

Extensions pull at the root of my hair as I make my shoulder length hair skim down to my waist. I’ve covered my skin in a light shimmer moisturizer that smells of salted caramel and sandalwood. Sweet and musky. It smells amazing.

Placing my laptop down on my desk, I reach over and grab my backdrop from the side of my bed, pulling it up and hanging it from the small hook on my ceiling to cover the headboard and back wall of my bedroom. A light yellow now covers the once greige wall and my black metal headboard.

Sighing, I turn to face the door and quietly slip the lock across. Not that Keaton ever comes in unannounced, but you never know.

I still for a moment when I hear heavy footsteps followed by a slam of his bedroom door.

What a prick.