Chapter Fifteen
Evangeline
Imissed class on Wednesday; I couldn’t bring myself to face him. At least not in that way. Now it’s Thursday, and I’m itching to go to the club. That’s all I want from him. All I need.
When he kissed me in class things got too real, too intimate. Tonight will be a test, another game, and I’m hoping I come out ahead.
Nerves wreck my stomach as I pull the mask down over my head. The club opens at nine, and it’s past ten now. I wanted to go late to see if he’d wait for me or if he’d go to someone else.
Scanning the room, I see both him and Secret standing next to each other. Funny, this whole week I haven’t thought about this mystery guy, yet here he is again. I never even considered if Cole would tell him who I am.
Then it hits me; I have no idea iftheyeven know who each other are.
I’m a little surprised to see them both standing there, engaging in their own conversation, seemingly oblivious to the multiple scenes unfolding around them. I want to believe they’re waiting for me.
I tear my eyes away, walking toward a scene and sitting on the couch in front of it to watch. Not long after I sit down, a man I’ve never seen before approaches me.
“Are you looking for some fun tonight?” he says.
“No, she’s not,” I hear a deep voice radiate through the room, and I know it’s Secret, still disguising his voice.
I turn to face him. “I’m sorry, did he ask you?” I taunt back.
A smirk fills his face as he starts to walk toward me. I see Cole behind him, keeping his distance, which helps me breathe a little better.
His large frame towers over me. He looks at the guy on my right before looking back at me. “Don’t be sorry.” He pauses. “But I don’t believe our game is over yet.”
He eyes the guy, tilting his head to the side, and he gets up without a second word, showing his respect toward Secret and leaving us alone.
“You think you can just run people away like that?” I bite out.
“You really think he could fuck you better than Maverick?” he whispers close to my ear before looking over at where he’s standing close by.
Cole’s quick to stand behind me, placing his hand softly on my face and brushing my blond hair to the side. I look up at him, not sure what to say.
“Evangeline,” he barely gets out, like he’s in pain to say it.
I’m glad he didn’t say Angie, but the softness of his voice hits my stomach like a punch to the gut.
I take a deep breath, looking at Secret. “How come I don’t know your name?”
He doesn’t respond, just shakes his head.
“And how come you barely talk and when you do you disguise your voice?”
“Because it excites you,” he says in an even deeper voice.
Cole’s hands run down my shoulders, around to the front and grip my breasts, stroking them softly.
“Just like that excites you. Doesn’t it?” Secret asks.
My head drops back. He’s right. I do like it.
“You like to be fucked. You like for people to see you.” He leans in, whispering softly in my ear, “And I like watching you.”
He starts to lean away, but I stop him, grabbing the back of his head and bringing his lips to mine. He’s frozen at first, his lips locked in place as his body goes rigid. I loosen my grip, not sure how to take his body language, but I don’t let him go fully. Instead, I lick his closed lips with mine, slowly and seductively, hoping he’ll soften.
A deep growl comes from his mouth as he opens up, letting me in and sweeping his tongue with mine. His large hands wrap around my body, pulling me into him, and in seconds, I’m underneath him on the couch. His kisses turn feverish, uncontrollable, but fucking amazing.
