Page 60 of The Betrayal

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Page 60 of The Betrayal

His brows furrow.

“I don’t think you’re his best friend anymore.”

“And the hot as fuck…” he waits patiently as I climb out of bed.

“That’s for me to know and you to never find out,” I shrug, walking towards the bathroom completely naked knowing his eyes are me.

Once behind the door, I lock it and a small smile creeps across my lips.

Arizona Mills.

Does kind of have a nice ring to it.

My hangover hits in full force and I am already over it. Covering my tired eyes with black rimmed large Gucci glasses, I delicately sit down at the breakfast table and ignore the burning sets of eyes that are settled on me and Keaton.

“Well, well, well…” I hear Dex say and I internally curse. “If it isn’t the happy newlyweds.”

Sage elbows him and he lets out a deep rumble of a laugh.

My eyes move to Reese who is rolling her lips and Killian definitely looks worse for wear.

“So, is Titus pissed with you too Killian?” Keaton pipes up beside me and I roll my eyes behind my glasses.

“Pissed is an understatement,” he grumbles.

“I say we just stay in Vegas,” Keaton looks between us all as if this is up for conversation.

“Not going to happen,” I sigh, reaching for the water in the middle of the table and I pour myself a full glass, drinking it in one.

“Thirsty, wife?” Keaton asks and I nearly choke on my intake of breath.

“Don’t,” I warn, my patience already wearing thin.

Killian chuckles softly and I watch as Reese swats him away and gives him a warning stare down.

“I’m starving, you guys eaten yet?” Keaton announces to the table and they all say no. I take that as my moment to gaze down for just a little while to see the gold band locked around his finger and my heart flutters for just a moment; but then real life smacks me in the face, hard. We need to get it annulled.

This isn’t a real marriage.

It was a stupid, drunk bet.

Both of us are two pig headed and strong willed to be seen as the weaker person. So, we went through with the marriage.

Stupid.

Stupid, stupid, girl.

My phone buzzes on the table and I don’t even look at it. I don’t need to. I know it’s my dad.

“Want me to speak to him? He is my father-in-law now…” Keaton licks his lips before they pull into a smile.

“I’m going to bury you,” I seethe, cutting my dad off and pushing away from the table and walking towards the buffet table.

Nausea floats through me making my stomach turn, my mouth watering and not in a good way. Suddenly, I feel hot and clammy as I try and ignore the feeling. Mind over matter. Mind. Over. Matter.

I continuously repeat to myself.

A hand grips on my shoulder and I freeze.




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