Page 95 of Tormented Kings

Preston

My eyes glaze over as I stare at the computer screen. I’m trying to schedule the next month’s Host Club pairings, but my mind keeps drifting to not only one person but two.

The two people who fill my every fucking thought until I feel like a madman.

I fucked up so bad, and I don’t know if I can fix it. Maybe I shouldn’t fix it, maybe them hating me would be better.

God, I sound like a fucking pussy. Pity party for one over here.

What I need to do is grow the fuck up and make some changes. But it’s not that easy. It’s never that fucking easy.

Because of my mess up with Declan, I’ve resorted to going back to sleeping at the club. It feels wrong, laying there in bed knowing people all around me are fucking, while I’m alone, hating myself.

I don’t know who I am anymore, and I’m fucking terrified. I know I’m not alone, but I don’t know how to ask for help. So I just keep fucking things up, using my stupid mouth to mask my scrambled mind.

The sound of Declan’s voice has me perking up. My heart races as it gets closer, followed by Grayson.

Looking down at my watch, I grumble when I see the time. It’s lunch. How was last period so damn slow, yet feels like it went by quickly.

“There's the bossman,” Grayson cheers, a bright grin on his face as he, Collin, and Declan turn the corner into my little office nook. I’m still pissed at the fucker for setting it up for me to catch Declan buried deep inside Sadie.

It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever fucking seen, something that replays in my mind daily. Mostly when my hand is wrapped around my cock.

There’s also an immense amount of jealousy. Not because of the two of them being together, but because I wanted to be there too.

“What has you so chipper?” I grumble, cocking a brow as I lean back in the chair.

My eyes drift over to Declan. He’s looking anywhere but at me. I haven’t talked to him since that night, nor has he responded to any of my texts, and I’ve only seen him while he’s with clients.

He hates me, and it feels like a part of me is dying inside. All of these new emotions are starting to feel like I’m being suffocated. The perk of having your walls up, choosing to hate everything, and being angry at the world is that you don’t feel the things that could lead to devastation and heartbreak.

Like I’m one to talk, I seem to be the one causing people pain in this situation. Fuck! Why can’t anything in my damn life be easy for once?

“What’s there not to be happy about? I got my girl living just down the hall, meaning that mornings have never been so rewarding.” He grins wickedly.

“Yeah, we get it. You’re fucking your stepsister and can do it whenever you want because she lives with you. Rub it in more for the ones who can hardly fucking see her now.” Collin glares at Grayson.

“Green isn’t a good color on you, Collin,” Grayson taunts with a smug smirk.

“You little–” Collin growls before Declan steps in between them.

“Can we not do this right now?” he mutters, glaring at the two of them. “I need to talk to you,” he says, then looks at me for the briefest of moments. “All of you.”

“Ohhh, this sounds serious.” Grayson’s brows raise. “What’s up, Dec?”

“As of today, right now, at this moment, I’m quitting the Host Club,” he announces, licking his lips as his eyes dart between the three of us, waiting for our reaction. I’m not surprised about it. He’s been booking less and less clients for a while now. He already made it known he was leaving at some point, he and Grayson both.

“Alright.” Collin nods. “Yeah, not really surprised.”

“Same,” Grayson adds, taking a seat on the arm of the couch. “But why today of all days? Any reason, or are you just done?”

“I talked to my parents last night and told them I was breaking off my engagement with Mia. That I was in love with Sadie, and I wanted to see where things went between the two of us.” He swallows hard. A part of me feels jealous of him, that he was able to just have that conversation and make that choice for himself.

“How did they take it?” I find myself asking.

His eyes dart over to mine, holding my stare for a moment. Fuck, he’s so damn sexy. “Surprisingly well.” He pulls his attention from me. “Mia’s parents... not so much,” he says guiltily, scratching the back of his head. “But it’s done. I’m single. And I’m free to be with Sadie.” He looks around us. “Out in the open.”

“What are you hinting at, Harris?” Grayson crosses his arms with a cocked brow.