Page 6 of The Betrayal
Lucy spins, her eyes pinned to Lance, “You couldn’t handle me,” she winks.
“Try me,” Lance bites back.
Lucy becomes quiet for a moment. “Don’t tempt me, I’m horny as hell and I’ve seen your dick before; I mean, I’ve had better but yours is definitely adequate enough to get me off,” her blue eyes trail up and down Lance’s body as she slowly licks her top lip.
I giggle as I watch the both of them going back and forth when suddenly I am frozen on the spot. I hear him before I see him.
“Well, this is a funny looking hospital.”
Shit.
CHAPTER TWO
ARIZONA
I can’t move.
I am anchored and my eyes are pinned to my dad’s best friend.
The guy I have been staying with the past few months.
Shit.
His eyes burn into mine; his jaw is tight and I want the ground to swallow me up. Whole.
He steps towards me, and I feel myself shrink. My heart is racing in my chest and I know he is going to rat me out to my dad; no doubt he’ll throw me out on the sidewalk with all my stuff.
“Ahem,” Sasha clears her throat, her foot tapping on the floor, her eyes moving between me and Keaton. “If you want to have some time with Arizona, you need to book a private room. I have room four available for the next thirty minutes. Would you like that?” She asks, tapping her long nails on the bar as she waits.
“No thank you, he was just leaving,” I try and swallow down the bile and ignore the thickness in my throat.
“Like fuck I was,” he grits, his teeth baring for a moment, and he finally lifts his eyes from mine and I choke on my intake of air. “Give me the room,” he pushes his hand through the side of his dark hair, and I know he is frustrated.
“No, honestly, we don’t need it.” I shake my head from side to side as I move closer to Sasha, but her ice blue eyes flick up to mine and she pouts as she reaches for the keys. It’s too late. She drops the keys in Keaton’s hand, and he grabs the top of my arm and pulls me towards him.
“Hey, don’t touch her like that!” Lucy shouts out, following us.
“I’m not a fucking client, she shouldn’t be here,” Keaton snaps. “Now back the fuck down and stop following me.” He growls, tightening his grip and continuing to drag me down the narrow hallway towards the private rooms.
“Keaton,” I hiss, trying to drag my arm from his grasp but he just tightens it. “I can’t walk that fast in these heels,” I stammer out.
“But I bet you can dance just fine in them can’t you,” his tone is sharp, and I ignore the sting at the back of my eyes. He drops me from his grip, unlocking the door and pushing me through before he slams it behind him which makes me jump.
I stand, fingers interlocked, head dropped, standing there like a naughty fucking schoolgirl who is waiting to be told off.
Keaton just paces up and down the room, one hand in his suit pant pocket, the other covering his mouth.
After what feels like hours, he stops pacing and looks at me. I can see the disappointment that is laced all over his face. Sharp jaw line, pouty lips and stunning green eyes. The devil dressed in Tom Ford.
“What the fuck Ari!?” his temper is valid.
I slowly lift my head up, my wide blue eyes on his.
“Please don’t tell my dad,” I whisper, because if I speak out loud, he will hear the crack in my voice, and I’ll break.
His mouth drops open as if the request I have just asked is out of this world. Is it? I watch his large hand push through his shiny, dark hair, the odd strand of caramel shimmering through. He always looks so hot when he does that. Weak at the knees hot.
“Ari…” he pauses as he looks around the room I’m in. I mean, we pretty them up but they’re basically sex rooms.