Page 52 of Choices
That’s fair. She does have a tendency to disappear and get herself in trouble. “That was different. This is a party. She’s surrounded by family.”
Relaxing his posture, he blows out a breath and rubs a hand up the back of his neck. “I know that. I was just asking. I’m not keeping tabs.”
Liar.Everyone is fucking lying and thinking they’re good at it.I see you, assholes.
“Just tell her to come find me if you see her, yeah? I’ve got something to give her.”
Scrunching my nose, I jab a finger into his chest. “Gross.”
“What?” He chuckles, backing up the way he came, and I gag, knowing exactly what he wants to give her.
He waves at someone as he passes the kitchen but doesn’t stop. When I round the door, I find Grease inside.
“Hey.” He dips his head in acknowledgement as I enter then takes another bite of cold pizza.
“Seems you have a new club member,” I say, making conversation. Tugging open the fridge, I pull out the milk and grab a small plate from the cupboard, tipping a serving out for Keg. Placing him on the countertop, I unclip his leash.
“Yup, I like him.” He shrugs, pushing the box of pizza toward me.
Taking a slice, I offer a genuine smile. “I like him too.” Biting into the food, I wince and drop the pizza back into the box. It’s like chewing through rubber.
“Don’t waste food, Kitty.” Grease frowns, taking my discarded piece and chomping into it.
My stomach dips when another body joins us. “Surprised to find you in here, Grease,” Cutter says with a mocking tone as he waltzes over to the fruit bowl and picks up a banana.
“Fuck you. Do you know how many calories it takes to fuel this machine?” Grease waves a hand down his body for emphasis.
“It is quite the machine.” I wink at Grease, and his smug smile makes Cutter roll his eyes.
“I’m out. Have a good night, Kitty.” Grease jerks his head, his footfalls padding across the floor.
“What about me?” Cutter holds out his hands.
“I hope you slip with a hard-on and break your dick,” Grease calls out.
“Harsh,” Cutter muses as Grease’s chuckle fades down the hall.
“But fair,” I point out.
The smirk he gifts me tightens my core. No matter how strong I want to be, he has a power over my body that’s uncontrollable.
Changing the subject, he says, “Rocco’s hungry.” He waggles the banana. “He also likes your cat.”
“Who wouldn’t? He’s adorable.” I shrug, stroking Keg’s back.
“You seem different.” He leans a hip on the counter directly opposite me, shifting the banana from one hand to the other. The overhead light is brilliant white, highlighting the ocean blue of his eyes. I turn my gaze from his and refill the plate for Keg.
“Do I?” I whisper, fighting against his hold over me. It’s stronger than steel.
“Yeah.” He runs the back of his hand down my cheek, and my heart surges into a gallop. “I like it.”
No. He doesn’t get to do this.
Flinching away, I narrow my eyes at him. “Shouldn’t you be getting back to your wife and kid?”
“Claire’s gone. It’s just Rocco and me.” He scratches the back of his neck, almost seeming nervous, and his gaze drops to hisboots. “We’re going to watch a movie. He won’t sleep with the noise. You want to watch with us?”
The clenching of my jaw sends pain shooting up my cheeks. “Are you serious?” He has to be joking.
