“I can’t believe you fucking did that,” Bryan yells when we get back to the hotel. He’s been bitching since we left the club, pissed that I draggedhim out.
I’m disgusted.
Ignoring him, I head straight for the bathroom, barely making it before the contents of my stomach spill over. When there is nothing left, I go to the shower, ready to wash the stench and filth from my skin. I rest my arms and head against the tiny shower wall allowing the hot spray to wash over me. It does nothing to relax my tight muscles. The drugs wore off as soon as I realized I had some random chick’s mouth attached to my dick.
I have never felt like this before. Never felt guilt about sex with someone, but right now, I feel like the lowest form of scum. I didn’t even come before I shoved her off of me, but it doesn’t matter. It already happened.
I slam my hand against the shower wall with a growl. “Goddammit!” I yell out.
Two months ago
I walk through the house to the kitchen for a drink. I lean back against the counter, looking at everyone. Rory and Bastian are playing a game of pool on the far-right side closest to the elevator. Layla, Rory's longtime, bombshell girlfriend and baby momma, sits with their daughters, fifteen-year-old Bella and almost-four-year-old Sophie, and Verity around the coffee table playing a game.
My eyes scan the room, looking for the other curly-haired blonde that I’ve developed a bit of an obsession for. When I look up toward the balcony, I see herleaning over the railing through the glass. I let my attention fall elsewhere but begin to make my way toward the staircase that leads to the balcony.
“Maddox,” Bastian calls out before my foot reaches the bottom step.
I pause, looking over to him with an arched brow. “What?” I grunt out in irritation.
He jerks his head, beckoning me over. It annoys me more, but I go ahead because I won’t start another fight with Verity, Layla, and the kids in here.
If the asshole had more walls…
I stand there without a word, making him roll his eyes. I find some wicked sense of satisfaction that I make SebastianL’uomo NeroDelrie roll his eyes like a teenage princess.
“You need to talk to your friends,” he tells me as he maneuvers around the table. “I’m tired of them calling me to talk to you.”
I haven’t talked to anyone since I got here. I make Bastian tell them no. He wants me here, then he can do this for me. I’m not in the mood to talk to any of them. If Bastian takes the fall, they are less likely to worry.
I don’t respond to him,which I know pisses him off.
“Zoey wants to see you too,” Rory tells me as he leans against his pool stick. His deep voice and cold hazel eyes convey no emotion, earning his title of Iceman. I’m sure he cares. Everyone cares about Zoey, but he won’t show it. His cool façade is infamous, but I know Rory has a temper to rival most.
“No,” I tell them both. “You want me to stay here and follow your little rules, then this is how it’s going to be. Otherwise, I’m out.”
“What makes you think you can leave?” Bastian challenges with a smirk as he aims for the nine-ball.
“Angle half an inch to the left with bottom English,” I tell him as I start to walk off. “And what makes you think I haven’t been leaving all along?”
“Dammit, Maddox,” he yells. I smile to myself while throwing a middle finger over my shoulder.
I hear the balls clangagainst each other, and Rory chuckles. “Maybe you should’ve done what he said.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Bastian growls.
I’m still smiling when I step out on the balcony. I walk past her, sitting in the Adirondack chair in the far corner. Whatever she’s thinking about has her undivided attention.
I watch her as I light a blunt, one of many I’ve got stashed like a fucking teenager. It doesn’t give me the high I want, but it seems to take the edge off the constant feeling of panic. She looks at her phone, her fingers moving like she’s texting someone. Her shoulders hunch forward in defeat, and I hear her sniff.
“Everything okay?” I ask, making her jump a foot. My heart jumps as I realizestartling her wasn’t the best idea, considering how she was leaning over the railing.
“I didn’t know you were out here,” she says breathlessly as she clutches her chest.
“Sorry.” I nod towards the phone in her hand. “You looked like whatever was going on there was important.”
Her bottom lip pulls between her teeth, making my dick twitch. I don’t know what it is about that move that is so hot. She shakes her head,meeting my eyes. “It’s not important. Thought you weren’t supposed to do that.” She gestures to the joint between my fingers.
I take a long hit, holding it until my lungs burn, then exhale the smoke. “I think I’m tired of everyone telling me what I should and shouldn’t be doing.”
