Page 12 of The Betrayal

Keep going Vixen, let me see that pretty, wet pussy come.

I force my eyes shut and let my mind wander to a place it shouldn’t, but it helps push me to my climax, my fingers rubbing in slow, lazy circles.

I need you to come little Vixen.

My eyes focus on the screen, re-reading his messages and feeding off his desire when I hear a bang on my bedroom door, my head snapping to the side as they widen.

“Arizona!” Keaton calls, banging a little harder now and I see that my little companion has signed offline.

Shit.

Slamming the lid of my laptop down, I grab my dressing gown and wrap it round my slender body and turn back to look over my shoulder at my toys, I toss my blanket over the top of them then rip my mask from my face and kick it under my bed.

Bang bang bang.

I rush for the bedroom door, pulling it open slightly, my cheeks flustered with a shade of pink as my eyes catch his.

“Hey, what’s up?” my tone is cool. Too cool for someone I am seething with.

His eyes burn into mine, his jaw wound tight as he stands defensively.

“Your dad…” he pauses for a moment, one of his large hands rubbing round the back of his head, and I can tell he feels awkward.

“Not interested,” I go to slam the door on him but his large, booted foot slips into the gap, stopping me.

“Ari, you can’t freeze him out much longer…” Keaton pauses, and I watch as his throat bobs.

“Watch me,” my brows pinch as I place my hands on his chest and shove him back. He tumbles, losing his footing just enough for me to shut the door in his face. “Stop trying to fix it Keaton, it’s not your job to fix it!” I shout through the thick partition that separates us.

I don’t miss the growl that vibrates through the floorboards, and I can’t help the small smirk that pulls at the corner of my lips.

I’m not having my dad thinking he can use Keaton as a mediator. I will talk to him again, but only when I am ready.

I press my back against the door, and I rub the ache out of my chest.

“Ari,” I hear the exasperation in Keaton’s voice.

“Please,” I beg, forcing my eyes closed and a tear escapes, rolling down my cheek and off my chin before it falls into the carpet beneath me.

“I’m just trying to help.”

“I don’t want or need your help, Keaton.” I’m exasperated too and I hear him heave a sigh. “You want to help?” I finally say after a long pause, swinging my bedroom door open. “Stop trying to make things right between me and my dad and leave me alone,” I don’t miss the way the hard façade slips off his beautiful face. He sinks back and as much as I want to beg him not to leave me alone, I don’t. I slam the door in his face and try to forget this wash out of an evening.

CHAPTER FOUR

KEATON

It’s been three weeks since I last spoke to Ari. It wasn’t as if we weren’t talking per se, but we didn’t go out of our way to spark up a conversation. I didn’t want to fall out with her, I didn’t want to fall out with Titus and somehow, I have got myself caught in between their feud.

Scrubbing my face, I grab the keys off the side table and slam the door behind me. I have no clue if Ari is at work or whether she is asleep upstairs. Glancing at my watch as I walk down the steps onto the sidewalk, it’s just past eight a.m. Unlocking my car, I slip in and start the engine. Another monotonous day at the office with my three best friends. Work was slow, and after the epic fuck up with Wolfe, we all had targets on our backs. Titus is trying to keep Amora safe, but at the same time be there for us with work. We can’t find him without Titus and until he gets his head fully back in the game we can’t really focus on the job in hand.

Kaleb has decided that he doesn’t want to take on any new clients until this is rectified and honestly, I don’t blame him. We have no idea just what extremes Wolfe will plan to get to Titus and Amora. Hoax jobs, fake clients… the list is endless.

Pulling onto the quiet side road, I drive on autopilot towards the office, but all the time Arizona clouds my mind. I don’t want to fall out with her, but I don’t want to go against Titus because of her. My loyalties lie with him. He wants to make things right and I know deep down he deserves that. I have loved living with her, a little bit too much if I am honest with myself. I don’t love that I can’t bring girls home freely, but it’s a consequence I can get on board with.

She is a ray of light, and she brings a little bit of warmth into my life. I know people may find it weird seeing as she is one of my best friend’s daughters, and yes, I knew her as a baby, but I didn’t get involved in any of that. I made it clear from the get-go that I would be on drop off duties and the occasional ballet class ride as well as her cheerleader for when her dad couldn’t make her dance recitals. That’s as far as my parental duties went. I had a wife at the time, unlike the other three assholes that I call my family.

A lot of my time was taken up by Satan, so I kind of feel like I am living my young, carefree single days now when I am forty-seven.