“What the fuck?” he hisses. “Get the fuck away from me, Alex,” he bellows, his wide-eyed gaze turning to the one I know best.
His words cut me deeper than they should. I should just let it go, take the moment and enjoy it for what it was worth, even if he hates me.
Or finds me annoying, or whatever.
But his words sting, because it’s how he says them. Like I’m some threat to him, to his masculinity, to his cover.
Like somehow I’m to blame for the fact he might not be as straight as he thinks he is—as he pretends to be. Like this is somehow my fault, which makes me feel equal parts guilty, ashamed, and pissed off.
So instead of licking my wounds and giving him space to process what happened between us, I do exactly what I should not do.
I fight fire with fire. I fight back.
Chapter Eleven
Jordan
I scramble out of bed, staring down Alex like I could will him away.
What the fuck did I do?
Now I know why people say, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”
“Don’t you dare get mad at me for this, Mackenzie,” Alex shouts as he gets out of bed,naked,and looks around on the floor for his clothes.
It’s then I realize I’m naked too. I snatch a pair of sweatpants from my bag and shove them on angrily.
Waking up naked in bed with a guy is… fucking crazy. Like the craziest shit that could ever happen to me.
“This is your fault,” I growl at him, my hands shaking.
“My fault? How the fuck is this my fault?”
“Oh please. You’ve wanted my dick for years, Alex. And you obviously just took what you wanted when you saw how drunk I was.”
“That’s what you think happened?” He moves to me, getting real close. “Maybe try… you were begging for me to suck your co—”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” I seethe, stepping forward so we’re chest to chest.
He holds my gaze, lifting a brow. “Cock.”
My jaw clenches so hard my teeth ache. “If I didn’t think it’d turn you on, I’d knock you the fuck out right now.”He barks out a laugh. “Nice of you to know what turns me on so soon, Jordan. Usually that takes a couple of times in bed first.”
I shove him so hard that he stumbles back and falls onto the bed. I loom over him, pointing down at his face that seems utterly shocked.
“If you ever, and I meanever, tell anyone about what happened last night, I will fucking kill you,” I growl.
Without waiting for a cocky response that will have me choking him out, I snatch up some clothes, get dressed, and leave the room before I really lose my cool.
I’d assumed it was late into the afternoon, considering I drank so much and was out late, but it’s early as hell and the hotel is relatively quiet. Not that I remember much of last night to even guess what time we got back. When Iget downstairs, I find the nearest bar and order a whiskey. Thank fuck for alcohol at all hours in Vegas.
I sit at the bar with two other people, both of which look like they’ve been sitting here all night. I contemplate what the fuck I am going to do as I sip my drink.
There is only one thing that will make sense.
I have to act like it didn’t happen. Alex and I have to pretend like everything is fine.
Me and the rest of the guys can see Cameron’s obsession with Austen from a mile away. If Alex and I suddenly have a falling out and are all awkward around each other, people are going to know. They’re going to talk. It’ll come out. They’ll ask questions. Gossip. I can’t handle that shit. Fuck, I can’t handle it at all.
