But now I’m good. I haven’t had a drink in eight weeks and not because I’m giving them up, because I miss our Old-Fashioned’s, but because I wanted to prove to myself Icoulddo this.
No.Neededto prove to myself I could do this.
That I’m not him.
My father.
My drug has been Everlee, good, bad, or indifferent.
She is it.
Earlier tonight was my want, my need, for my drug spilling over.
It’s a weakness, but I don’t care.
On top of the fact that Callum came walking back over with that look on his face. He hates when she does things like this to spite him, and I can’t get enough of it. He’s always had girls bow to his every request. He says jump and they ask how high. But not my girl - our girl. He tells her to jump and she says fuck you.
And I. Love. It.
Have I tried to plant seeds in his ear to get him to ask her not to do something, because I really want her to do it? Abso-fucking-lutely. It’s a win-win for me. Fuck with Callum and watch Everlee shine like the spitfire she is.
“So she came to me with a question. I shut it down for now and I swear I don’t know how she found out since it was just brought to our attention, but she was asking about Allure.”
“What?” His head snaps in my direction.
My shoulders shrug, but I’m still watching our girl move on the dance floor. She’s a siren and her hips are my song.
“What did she say?”
I tear my eyes away from her briefly to gauge Jax’s level of worry. He’s gotten good at hiding infliction and feelings within his words, but I can still read him like a fucking book. Call it years in the trenches together being shot at. “She didn’t really ask anything, but more made a statement. ‘You all used to own Allure’. I shut it down and said we shouldn’t talk about it here.”
“She doesn’t know Sammie, does she? I saw her talking to her earlier, which surprised me.”
“Not that I know of, but Sammie wouldn’t disclose any information unless she had expressed consent from all of us. She takes confidentiality very seriously. Probably more so than Callum. Which is saying a lot.”
“That’s what I was thinking.”
“Well, we need to talk to Everlee about it tonight before she hears it from anyone else.”
He nods without speaking, no doubt wondering the same thing I am. How in the fuck did Everlee find out about Sammie and what does this mean for our relationship?
EVERLEE – EXHIBITIONIST UNLEASHED
Ahandslipsaroundmy waist, causing a tingle to run up my spine. It’s amazing how my body reacts to them, like it knows them without even seeing them. When I turn around, Callum is looking at me with a smile on his face in the dim glow of the remaining lights.
“You know, Lizzy paid Emmett a pretty penny to have his team here clean up.”
I scrunch my nose. “I know, but he’s still here and not coming home until this place is spotless and I want all my guys tonight so,” I shrug and stuff another cup in the trash can.
He grabs my arm, spinning me towards him, and the look in his eyes makes my hands weak. The bag drops to the ground and I’m fairly certain all the napkins and plastic cups I’ve picked up were for naught.
“Shit.”
Callum chuckles and rubs both his hands across my forehead, pushing the loose strands of hair out of my face. “You are pretty wonderful, you know that?”
“Because I’m cleaning up trash because I want all your dicks tonight?”
“When you say it like that, it doesn’t sound as nice.”
