He’s my saving grace—always has been and always will be.
“Times Three is in the house!” is screamed from somewhere in the club, making people glance our way and cheer.
Elijah pumps his fist in the air and hoots back, a shit-eating grin on his face. My other brother? He keeps walking at a fast pace to the VIP section with his girlfriend on his arm.
My eyes roam throughout this entire dark club, looking for him. I can’t see clearly through the darkness and the grinding bodies on the dance floor, but somehow, I can feel him.
I can feel him watching me.
On our way to the VIP section, a famous model stops me. I’ve worked with her one or two times in the past, but now, I try to model as little as I can. She tries to strike up a conversation, but I have to excuse myself when random strangers on the dance floor get the courage to touch me. Ew.
As I run off to my brothers, I feel a hand grip my elbow, and the next thing I know, my back is being pulled into someone’s chest.
“Excuse me, please don’t—” I say, alarmed, but deflate once I look over my shoulder and see his face.
“Hey, girlfriend.” He smiles, trying not to look tense, but I can spot his fake smile from a mile away.
Ouch, I hate this. My heart hurts.
“Hey, boyfriend,” I say.
His expression doesn’t change, making my heart ache.
“Everyone’s staring at us,” he mutters, looking like he wants to be anywhere but here.
I’m sure the combination of his ex-girlfriend and alcohol in one room makes him feel as unstable as I do.
All the breath gets knocked out of me when I look into his eyes and nearly break down at the rich green orbs.
“Didn’t know you were a little liar, Drakos,” he hums, tilting his head to the side and bringing his face closer to mine.
I’m sure we look like we’re having an intimate moment to any outsiders, but I haven’t felt this nervous in my entire life.
Being interrogated by Trinity and Elijah is nothing compared to Levi.
“I’m not a liar,” I stammer, his body heat suffocating me.
“There you go again. You’re lying by telling me you’re not lying.” He tsks, shaking his head disappointingly at me.
People stand, gawking at our embrace, snapping photos on their phones, as I respond with a roll of my eyes, “We’re not talking about this here. Can we do this in private?”
“We’re going to do a lot more in private than just talk. My girl has been really bad. And the one mistake you made was thinking I wouldn’t catch on.” When I look over his shoulder, clenching my jaw, he grips my chin with his hand and turns me back to him, a grim look on his face. “Eyes on me when I talk to you.”
It hurts to look at him, but it kills even more that he has no idea what’s going on.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my lips as his husky voice travels through my veins and makes my knees weak. “You’re going to explain everything to me before I spank this ass for leaving me. You think I would really let you go?” His hand cups my butt and squeezes.
I squeal, burying my face in his neck as he smooths his palm over my now-red skin. I guess he wanted to give everyone a show today.
News of him giving everyone a show while making a point to me will travel to my father. This isn’t going to end well.
I should have made an excuse and stayed at home.
He pulls me along with him into the VIP section, and I hold his hand tightly when my shaky legs feel like they’re going to tumble.
“Okay, you can let go now,” Leonidas mutters, glaring at Levi’s hand in mine.
I swear my ex-boyfriend has a death wish because he makes himself comfortable on the L-shaped couch my siblings are sitting on before pulling me onto his lap.
