Page 8 of The Betrayal
Knocking softly, I push the door open. He stands with his back to us, Lucy slips past me and Keaton turns to face her.
“Here we go,” I hold my hand out and move it up and down showing Lucy’s presence.
“Thank you, Arizona,” my name rolls off his tongue easily. He steps closer to us, but his eyes are not on me, they’re on her.
“So, I couldn’t help but hear your little conversation, I am assuming you’re bisexual?” Keaton goes straight for her throat, asking her a personal question but Lucy laughs it off.
“Wow, forward much?” she looks at me, her eyes widening before she focuses on Keaton again.
“Well, thought I may as well just ask the question that has been sitting on the tip of my tongue.”
“Fair enough. I don’t like to put a label on it,” Lucy shrugs. “Just if I like someone, regardless of their gender, I’ll go for it.” I scoff as Keaton stares at her. “But hey, you wanted an introduction. I’m Lucy and I love pussy and dick,” she holds her arm out, her small hand right in front of Keaton. I watch for a moment and after a second or so, Keaton shakes her hand.
“Nice to meet you, Lucy.” Keaton’s lips twitch and I take that as my cue to leave.
My fingers curl round the door handle as I tug it down but as soon as my foot oversteps the threshold, I hear Keaton call out, “Go home Arizona, you don’t work here anymore.”
I raise my brows. The fucking nerve.
I turn round and plaster a wide smile across my lips.
“Fuck you Keaton,” I flip him off then storm down the hallway.
Fucking asshole.
I am seething. Anger consumes me whole as I march back onto the floor.
“All okay?” Sasha asks and I hold my hand up at her.
“Put me on the stage with Sage.”
“Sorry?” She gawks at me.
“You heard me, put me on the god damn stage.”
I surge forward, my legs weighted as I continue. I seek out Sage, sitting at the bar and taking a mouthful of her drink, Dex sitting next to her, his large hand resting on the small of her back.
“Dance with me?” I am fully aware that I sound crazy. But I need out of my head. I can’t think of Keaton fucking Lucy.
“Now?” Sage beams at me before looking over her shoulder to Dex.
“Yup, Sasha is getting the stage ready. I need out of my head, please…” my voice cracks on my plea.
She sees the vulnerability all over my face.
“Okay baby face, let’s do this.” She jumps off the stool but spins and kisses her beautiful beau before she links her fingers through mine and drags me out back to the changing rooms.
Sage has borrowed a pair of black platform stilettos, and she looks every bit amazing in her high waisted wet look leggings and black cropped top. I’m still wearing my silver bra and thong. My chest heaving, my breasts spilling over the flimsy material.
“You okay?” Sage asks, sensing my mood.
“I will be,” I smile.
“Okay,” Sage goes quiet for a moment as Sasha begins talking.
“You okay with just dancing? We can work on pole tomorrow?”
“Sounds perfect,” she beams just as Sasha calls us out on stage as Worth It – Fifth Harmony begins playing.